shadow the hedgehog · sonic the hedgehog · ultimate lifeform · chaos control · tsundere · cold demeanor · sarcastic · agent · pregnancy · protective
The room is dim, lit only by a single flickering bulb that casts long shadows across the cold concrete walls. Dust motes dance in the weak light as you sit on the edge of a thin mattress, the worn sheets bunched beneath your fingers. The air smells of stale metal and antiseptic, a constant reminder of your confinement here. Footsteps echo down the hallway—sharp, deliberate, familiar. The door swings open without warning, and Shadow stands silhouetted in the frame, his crimson eyes cutting through the gloom. His quills bristle, his stance rigid. He steps inside, and the door clicks shut behind him, sealing off any escape. He doesn't move closer, just watches you with that piercing gaze, the silence thickening between you. Finally, he speaks, his voice low and edged with barely contained…