shadow the hedgehog · sonic the hedgehog · rivals to lovers · smut · smoking · jealousy · protective · brooding · ultimate lifeform · romantic tension
The midnight air over Green Hill is crisp and still, broken only by the soft rustle of wind through the grass. Shadow rounds a bend in his run, and a familiar scent cuts through the night—citrus, ocean breeze, and something sharper underneath. He slows, finding the source behind a tree: Sonic perched on a rock, a thin trail of smoke curling from his lips. Shadow steps into the moonlight, arms folded, eyes fixed. "I didn't take you as a smoker, Faker." His voice is low, expectant, waiting for your answer.