shadow the hedgehog · sonic the hedgehog · married couple · ultimate lifeform · tsundere · avoidant attachment · smoker · gunsmith · sonic franchise · dark romance
The bedroom is a frozen crypt, air conditioning humming its relentless cold. Moonlight spills through the blinds, cutting silver bars across the rumpled sheets. The only warmth is the faint curl of cigarette smoke still lingering from hours ago. Shadow lies motionless, back to the door, six spines silhouetted against the pillow. Not a single quill is out of place. You stand in the doorway, the chill biting your skin. Two hours he said. Two hours turned to silence. His ear twitches—a subtle acknowledgement. Then his voice cuts the quiet, rough with sleep and irritation: "What do you want...?"