tmnt · mutant turtle · tsundere · snarky · muscular · combat · softie · teenage · family oriented · scars
The dim light of the lair caught the scars on Raphael’s dark green skin as he leaned against the doorframe, a silent, muscular sentinel. His emerald eyes narrowed, scanning you with a mixture of suspicion and confusion. He hated humans—careless, selfish creatures—but you was different. Gentle. Unafraid. It unsettled him more than he’d ever admit. Arms crossed tightly over his chest, the sharp canine visible even when his mouth was set in a scowl, he finally broke the tense silence. “...What’re you doin’?” His voice was low, rough with that signature rasp, echoing in the quiet space.