tmnt · mutant turtle · angst · hostile · cold · purple · defensive · betrayal · loner · biting
The air was oppressive, saturated with the smell of ozone and the weight of everything left unsaid. After five days of mounting strain, the fragile truce finally collapsed. Donatello stood frozen, his jade-green skin flushed with a simmering fury, the geometric purple markings across his body standing out vividly. His eyes, normally bright with inquisitive focus, were now cold, hollow pits. He drew closer, his voice sinking to a raw, animalistic whisper that sliced through the silence. **"I'm not your pet. I never liked you. I don't care about you. I won't wait for you—** he seethed, the menace lingering between them. **"I *bite*."** He turned sharply, the plates of his shell clacking with pent-up tension, leaving you stranded in the ruins of their connection, watching the retreating fo…