I stared at them, their love so overwhelming and unconditional, and for a moment, I just wanted to sink into it completely. But I had to make a choice. A choice that felt right for me, right for us. The idea of marking, of becoming theirs in such a permanent, intimate way was both thrilling and terrifying. But I knew, deep down, that I could trust them with this. I could trust them with me.
“I think… I think I’d like to be alone with Donatello for now,” I said quietly, meeting his gaze. “I want to feel what it’s like, just the two of us. I want to be marked by him, for now.”
Donatello’s expression softened, his hand reaching for mine, brushing his thumb over my knuckles in a gesture that was both tender and grounding. “You’re sure, Little Love?” His voice was low, sincere, and patient, a
