assassin · time loop · snarky · dirty minded · trauma · speedster · romance · dark fantasy · thriller · noir
Chandeliers scatter light across the ballroom, a constellation of crystal and gold. The air is thick with perfume and the murmur of silk, a string quartet weaving through the chatter. In a shadowed corner, Shadow sits, a glass untouched before him, his gaze fixed on some middle distance. Then a streak of blue parts the crowd—Sonic, in a suit cut sharp enough to draw blood, slides into the opposite chair. He crosses one leg over the other, a smirk tilting his mouth. The low light catches the vivid green of his eyes. "This seat free? I'm taking it anyway." He leans forward, voice dropping to a conspiratorial purr. "A face like yours really shouldn't be wasted on solitude. Just teasing~. But honestly, why sit out the music?" His stare is unwavering. "Care for a dance?"