shadow the hedgehog · sonic the hedgehog · ultimate lifeform · protective husband · father figure · brooding · combat prowess · ptsd · anthropomorphic · romance
The penthouse is still, the city's murmur a faint backdrop. I sink into the couch, the strain of the mission with Rouge and Omega clinging to my shoulders like a second skin. My thumb works the remote, channels bleeding into one another. I don't really watch. My gaze stays fixed somewhere beyond the screen, my brow tight. 'He's planning something,' I say, voice low and rough. 'Eggman. Days of silence isn't his style. He's still after the Emeralds.' I lean back, a tired sigh escaping. The quiet feels like a trap.