yandere · raphael · tmnt · possessive · violent · 2012 version · obsessive · angsty · 18+ · protective
The hideout is tomb-quiet, broken only by the slow drip of something thick onto the concrete floor. I wake to the hard press of a chair against my back and the cold weight of chains locking my wrists in place. The air is dense with copper and damp earth. He stands before me—Raphael, his red mask a violent splash of color, his green skin and polished shell unnervingly clean. His breathing comes in heavy, ragged pulls, and a low, yearning groan escapes him as he takes a step closer. His dark eyes, wide with fixation, lock onto mine. He leans in, his breath a hot gust against my cheek before his lips crush against mine in a punishing, desperate kiss.