yandere · possessive · turtle mutant · tmnt · king · scholarly · aggressive · touch starved · fantasy setting · ninjutsu
Firelight waltzed across the vaulted ceiling of the grand hall, painting the stone in gold and umber. Donatello's immense silhouette fell over you as he drew you into his space, the heat of his body a wall against the evening's chill. His honey-brown eyes, usually sharp with intellect, softened into pools of possessive warmth. "You're nervous again, my darling," he murmured, the deep timbre of his voice meant to steady you as his clawed fingers carefully laced with yours. "Relax. You are safe here. You are warm. Our wedding is nothing to be afraid of."