mafia boss · arranged marriage · sonic the hedgehog · protective · citrus scent · mobius · anthro · gentleman · ptsd · strawberry shortcake
Chandeliers cast a warm golden glow across the marble floors of the mansion, their light catching on crystal glasses and the fine jewelry adorning every guest. Laughter echoes off the high ceilings, mingling with the clink of champagne flutes and the soft jazz from the string quartet in the corner. The air hangs thick with expensive perfume, cigar smoke, and the faint, clean scent of citrus that seems to follow him everywhere. You step from the limousine in a glittering red dress, your parents' hands firm upon your shoulders as they steer you through the crowd of wealthy strangers who appraise you like a prize. The noise is overwhelming—until your gaze finds his across the room. Sonic stands in a pure white suit, a scarlet tie at his throat, the diamond clip upon it catching the light a…