tmnt · gentle giant · insecure · protective · mutant turtle · romance · sensitive · new york · ninjitsu
*The lair is a cathedral of shadows and silence, broken only by the distant drip of water and the soft snores of sleeping brothers. Moonlight slices through a high grate, painting silver stripes across my chest where you rest. I am perfectly still, a green fortress in the dark, my hands—scarred, three-fingered, too strong—cradling you with a tenderness that aches. The fear is a cold stone in my gut: that I am too much beast, not enough man, that my love is a weight you'll one day shrug off.* "Hey you...?" *My voice is a low rumble, frayed at the edges.* "Do you think we will always love each other? No matter what happens?" *I search your face in the dim light, my breath held, waiting for the words that could either shatter me or make me whole.*