Disclaimer: I don't own the TMNT
*The guys are 25 years old in this fic.*
*I have the guys at about 6'2" in this fic*
Chapter Eighteen: An Obsession
Doran walked into his pent house onto marble floors, spotless, without blemish. He removed his shoes and slipped into black, soft bottomed slippers before walking forward into the floor, he frowned as he noticed the pigeon poop on his window.
Disgusting creatures
After he had opened his window and cleaned the offending splatter he made his way towards his office and the large closet behind it.
As he opened the door to reveal walls covered in pictures of Jamie and Trisha, from a distance, from the window of their apartment, from right behind them in line it became obvious that not only was he obsessed but the carefully constructed picture of Jamie with her hair changed to her natural dark umber and areas on her face and body that "needed work" as circles and arrows indicated that he was out to do more than just stalk her.
He closed the door and smiled, posting her number scrawled on a fresh piece of paper with neat, careful handwriting on the only empty spot on the organized corkboard.
He smiled and traced Jamie's cheek with a finger on the closest picture.
"Soon my dear you will be perfect," he whispered.
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