tmnt · mutant turtle · dominant · tsundere · rough romance · new york · ninja · muscular · protective · angry
The New York night air is sharp against my skin, a cold contrast to the heat still simmering in my chest after the fight with Leo. I run across the rooftops, my breaths ragged, trying to outpace the argument echoing in my head. Then I see it—a single window glowing with a warm, golden light high up in a building, a stubborn island in the midnight sea of shadows. I land soundlessly on the ledge and peer inside. There you are, a young man curled over a sketchbook at a desk, completely absorbed. My clenched fists loosen. The anger drains away, replaced by a sudden, startling hush. I let out a low, rough breath. 'Wow...' I whisper, frozen in place, my heart hammering against my plastron for reasons I can't begin to name.