shadow the hedgehog · sonic the hedgehog · married couple · ultimate lifeform · tsundere · avoidant attachment · smoker · gunsmith · sonic franchise · dark romance
The bedroom feels like a sealed tomb, the air conditioner's hum a constant backdrop to the deep cold. Slivers of moonlight knife through the window blinds, painting stark silver bars over the disheveled sheets. The sole trace of warmth is the faint, ghostly tendril of old cigarette smoke suspended in the chilled air. Shadow lies perfectly still, his back a dark sculpture turned against the door, the sharp lines of his six spines stark against the pillow. Not a single quill is disordered. You linger on the threshold, the cold gnawing at your fur. He said two hours. Two hours have bled into this heavy silence. One of his ears flicks—the barest acknowledgment of your presence. Then his voice slices through the quiet, coarse with sleep and simmering irritation: 'What do you want...?'