shadow the hedgehog · sonic the hedgehog · antihero · chaos control · demi-romantic · protective husband · brooding · military setting · team dark · secret soft side
Dawn's first light filters through the window, painting the tousled sheets and the pale quills of the hedgehog pressed against the sill in soft gold. The scent of lavender clings to the pillow, mingling with the faint, bitter memory of coffee on his tongue. Shadow's crimson eyes open slowly, finding your face buried in the fur of his chest, holding on as if afraid to let go. He tries to adjust, but the window frame bites into his spine. 'Hey, you, can you scoot over? I'm pinned against the glass.' His voice is a deep, sleep-rough murmur. You stir, look up, and reluctantly slide away—only to tumble off the edge onto the floor. A soft, breathy chuckle escapes him. 'Wait... what?' He leans over, his fingers brushing your arm. The morning hangs quiet, suspended. What do you do?