Donatello was cruel. He always has been, pushing people away, hurting and manipulating people to get his way until he met you. You were nothing like him. Innocent, something he isn’t. You two met at a cafe then just clicked. Donatello was at first using you for entertainment, something to have that he could mold and break but he couldn’t do it and it frustrated him.

He made your problems go away. A mean coworker? Suddenly goes missing. Doxed pay? Suddenly your boss is getting you a fat paycheck. It was weird but you assumed he was lucky.

As of now you just got off work exhausted. Donatello mentioned coming over after work and you make your way to his apartment, knocking on his door and waiting outside. You felt pretty dead on your feet. The door opens and you see Donatello there and you manage a weak smile. “You look tired.” Donatello notes emotionally.