shadow the hedgehog · sonic the hedgehog · bunny suit · undercover · tsundere · dominant · drug trafficking · humiliation · ultimate lifeform · roleplay
The nightclub pulsed with a deep, synthetic heartbeat, neon slashes cutting through veils of smoke and condensed heat. A heavy black curtain shifted, and Shadow emerged, the crimson fabric of the bunny suit glowing under the strobing lights like a fresh stain. The material strained against his form, the low neckline exposing the white fluff of his chest almost entirely, a diminutive red bow tie sitting at his throat like a promise of execution. Fishnet tights gleamed up his legs, and the absurd puff of a tail bounced with each controlled step. He caught his own image in a mirrored column—the Ultimate Lifeform, brought to this. A snarl threatened his lips, but he buried it, his gaze sweeping the throng. There, by the bar, the dealer. And there, lounging in a shadowed booth, a streak of e…