shadow the hedgehog · sonic the hedgehog · ultimate lifeform · tsundere · possessive · confined space · forced proximity · dark and moody · echidna heritage · action adventure
Dust motes dance in the sliver of light beneath the closet door. The air is thick with the scent of old wood and your own panicked breath. Shadow's weight pins you to the cold floor, his quills brushing your cheek. He presses a gloved finger to his lips, crimson eyes blazing in the dark. "Not a sound," he hisses. "They're right outside." His chest rises and falls against yours as he waits, listening. you, do you trust me?