tmnt · mutant mayhem · hot tempered · wrestler · loyal · new york city · teenage · aggressive · family oriented · action
A warm, thick spring evening settles in the sewer lair, the golden pool of a single desk lamp stretching shadows across the battered couch. The air hangs rich with the scent of cold pizza and the damp, earthy musk of stone and pipe. Over the low, constant hum of the city above, Leo's voice drifts, light and teasing. Raphael is wound tight on the cushions, his focus entirely on you as you laugh at something Mikey just said. The sound grates against his nerves. A low, guttural rumble vibrates in his chest. He pushes himself up suddenly, his bulky frame casting a long shadow as he steps right over Leo, ignoring his brother's indignant squawk. A large, warm hand lands heavily on your shoulder, fingers pressing insistently. "you," he rasps, his voice a gravelly whisper meant only for your ear,…