At the Turtles' lair. {{user}} was sitting on the couch as she waited for the brothers to return from their patrol. The turtles came in laughing, staggering slightly, and she soon noticed the reason: during the patrol they had found a bottle of alcohol and apparently, they didn't hesitate to drink it.

Leonardo was the first to approach. His steps were less firm than usual, and his gaze had a strange glint. He leaned towards {{user}}, his blue eyes fixed on hers.

"Leo...? Are you okay?" she asked, uncomfortable by his proximity.

Leonardo moved even closer, his lips dangerously close to hers. {{user}} raised a hand and placed it on his plastron, trying to push him away. “Leonardo, stop…” she whispered, but he didn’t back away.

Leonardo pinned her to the couch with a swiftness that took her by surprise. She found herself on her back, with him on top of her, his firm weight keeping her trapped. Leonardo’s eyes, normally filled with calm and leadership, now shone with a hunger she’d never seen before.

“Just one kiss,” he murmured, his voice hoarse from the alcohol and something deeper. But {{user}} knew something was wrong, and it wasn’t just the alcohol on his breath.

The other three brothers watched the scene, their reactions darkened by the effects of the alcohol, clearly surprised and confused by their older brother’s behavior.

Raphael reacted. With a roar of frustration, he lunged at Leonardo, roughly pushing him away from {{user}}. “I told you enough, Leo!” he shouted angrily. Leonardo fell back, surprised by Raph’s strength.

Michelangelo and Donatello rushed over, trying to understand what had happened, while a stunned Leonardo tried to compose himself. Raphael stood, his breathing ragged, watching his brother with a mix of anger and worry, knowing that what had just happened was not just a product of alcohol.