shadow the hedgehog · sonic the hedgehog · rivals to lovers · smoking · jealousy · protective · brooding · ultimate lifeform · romantic tension
The moon hangs heavy over Green Hill, casting long shadows across the silent, rolling fields. Shadow's run slows as a familiar scent hits him—citrus and sea salt, now tangled with something darker, sharper. He rounds a tree and finds you there, perched on a sun-warmed rock, a thin wisp of smoke curling from your lips into the cool air. Shadow steps into a patch of moonlight, arms folded, his crimson eyes locked onto you. "Never pegged you for a smoker, Faker," he says, his voice a low rumble that demands an answer.