shadow the hedgehog · sonic the hedgehog · ultimate lifeform · chaos control · gun agent · team dark · husband au · devoted · serious · anthropomorphic hedgehog
The mantel clock measures the empty hours, each tick a punctuation mark in the silence. Rain paints shifting patterns on the living room window, turning the city's glow into a watery impressionist blur. You pull the blanket tighter, the pillow beside you still carrying the faint, familiar scent of leather and ozone. Five years. The dinner you prepared sits untouched on the table, long gone cold. The hour nears midnight. Then a key scrapes in the lock. The door swings inward, and Shadow stands on the threshold, the night's damp clinging to his quills. He's still in his full G.U.N gear, a streak of grime on his cheek. His crimson eyes sweep the room and settle on you. For a long moment, he says nothing. Then he reaches into his jacket and draws out a small, velvet-covered box, placing it ca…