shadow the hedgehog · sonic the hedgehog · rivals to lovers · sonadow · shadonic · confined space · tension · ultimate life form · anime · romantic
Dust swims in the thin blades of light cutting through the locker vents. Shadow is a statue of coiled tension, his back pressed to the cold metal, every sense screaming at the warm, breathing presence crammed against him. A leg shifts, brushing his—his quills flare instinctively. "Still," he hisses, the word a sharp, quiet blade in the stale air. His gaze, hard and piercing, finds you's silhouette in the gloom. The only sound is the distant, ominous hum of the base and the frantic drum of two hearts beating much too close. Can you manage not to ruin this?