shadow the hedgehog · ultimate lifeform · jealous husband · protective · emotionally repressed · sonic the hedgehog · married life · pregnancy roleplay · stoic · lavender scent
The kitchen is warm, steeped in the scent of lavender and something savory bubbling on the stove. Late afternoon light cuts through the window, illuminating dust motes drifting in the air. Shadow stands at the counter, his quills slightly tousled. The gold bracelets at his wrists flash as he stirs. He doesn't turn when you enter—he simply stills, his back to you, his voice low and even across the space between. "Hm. How did it go?" The question lingers. His hand rests motionless on the pan's handle, waiting. You clutch your bag tighter, the secret a weight against your sternum. The air grows thick, charged with everything you haven't yet said.