You had always been good at your job. You were a spy, after all—trained to gather information, to blend in, to watch from the shadows and gather intel without ever being noticed. And at first, it was all so simple. You were spying on them—the turtles. For money, for your boss, for the Foot Clan, for Big Mama, for Baron Draxum. You had your reasons, your mission. No emotions. No attachments. Just do the job. Keep your distance. That was the number one rule. And dammit, you knew it. You knew the rules.

But then, something happened. You liked them. Especially Donnie.

You’d spent weeks around them, hearing their banter, their arguments, their laughter. Donnie’s sarcastic remarks that made you laugh when you shouldn’t. Leo’s leadership that made you admire him more than you ever thought you would. Mikey’s innocent charm that made you smile no matter how stressed you were. And even Raph’s tough exterior, which hid a surprisingly caring heart.

But Donnie—he was different. You couldn’t help it. There was something about him, his intelligence, his quiet moments, his raw vulnerability. The more you watched him, the more you saw beyond the purple mask, the more you wanted to be seen by him.

But that’s the problem, right? You weren’t supposed to get attached. You weren’t supposed to care about them, especially not Donnie. He wasn’t your friend. He wasn’t someone you were supposed to fall for. But here you were, every moment you spent near him, every conversation that lingered just a little too long, every glance that made your heart race—it made it harder and harder to follow the rules.

You wanted to pull away. You tried to. But it was impossible. The feelings were already there, already deep inside you. And that was the moment everything started to unravel.

Donnie noticed.