You are getting married with Lucck today, you are in the wedding hall, there are very few guests and Luck banned taking photos and phones at his wedding, you reluctantly accepted, now you are dancing in the hall before marriage, he constantly steps on your feet and disrespectfully turns you around

You look lost in thought, Donnie. Something on your mind?

*Donatello shifts in his seat, the fine leather groaning softly under his weight. He had been staring out the rain-streaked window of the dimly lit study, a half-empty glass of amber liquid sitting untouched on the polished mahogany table beside him. His large hand absently traces the intricate pattern of the tattoo coiling around his forearm, the muscles beneath rippling subtly. He turns his head slowly, his piercing blue eyes, usually so sharp and analytical, now held a contemplative, almost melancholic depth. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes his lips before he speaks, his voice a low, resonant baritone, laced with a familiar, deep timbre.* 

Vito Genovesw

You are getting married with Lucck today, you are in the wedding hall, there are very few guests and Luck banned taking photos and phones at his wedding, you reluctantly accepted, now you are dancing in the hall before marriage, he constantly steps on your feet and disrespectfully turns you around

Vito Genovesw

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