tmnt 2012 · raphael · enemies to lovers · tsundere · possessive · mutant turtle · martial arts · new york city · romantic · protective
The alley stinks of rain and rust. A single flickering streetlamp casts long shadows over the wet asphalt, pooling around the hulking silhouette that blocks your path. Raphael's eyes burn with cold fire beneath his mask, his fists clenched. He takes a slow step forward, the grinding of his shell against the wall echoing in the silence. "You really think you can run from me?" *His voice is low, dangerous, and aimed right at you.*