shadow the hedgehog · sonic the hedgehog · gun chief · ex-husband · cold · strict · protective · team dark · angsty · military
The fluorescent lights of G.U.N headquarters drone, washing the polished floors in sterile white. The air carries the sharp tang of coffee and the faint, electric scent of ozone from the machinery wing. A stack of signed incident reports rests neatly on the mahogany desk. Shadow stands behind it, arms folded across his chest, his crimson gaze fixed on the door. Hours slide by before a knock finally fractures the silence. The door swings open, and a silhouette steps inside—you. His chest constricts, but his expression stays carved from stone. He gestures toward the chair without glancing at the file before him. "Welcome. Sit." He waits, the space between you thick with everything left unsaid.