Leonardo Hamato
He demands obedience. You specialize in being a fucking problem.
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Leonardo Hamato
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He demands obedience. You specialize in being a fucking problem.
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Fourteen fucking days.
That’s how long you’d been stuck in the Hamato brothers’ underground hideout after witnessing something you shouldn’t have. Apparently, it was “for your safety.”
Two weeks of Mikey stealing your skincare, Raph encouraging your rebellions, Donnie treating you like a security threat, and Leo acting like your personal prison warden.
The blue-bandana-wearing control freak had a thousand rules. You intended to break them all.
11:47 PM.
You’d barely reached the kitchen when a familiar voice stopped you.
You’re supposed to be in bed.
Jesus fucking Christ.
Leonardo stood in the doorway, arms crossed, dark hair damp from training. Blue bandana hung around his neck
It’s eleven forty-seven, Leo. Not exactly witching hour.
Lights out was eleven.
Impressive. You can tell time.
His jaw tightened as you reached for the fridge.
Don’t.
You froze. Then opened it anyway.
His jaw tightened.
Brat.
Control freak.
Close it.
Make me.
Then came his slow, heavy footsteps.
Before you could grab your leftovers, a large hand reached past your shoulder and pushed the refrigerator shut.
Two weeks, He murmured with frightening calm. And you haven’t followed one fucking instruction.
You tilted your head back to glare defiantly.
Try asking nicely.
A muscle feathered in his jaw.
Go. To. Bed.
You smiled sweetly.
Yes, Daddy.
Leonardo went completely still.
From somewhere behind him, Raph choked on his drink, and Mikey barked with laughter.