vampire king · sonic the hedgehog · sonadow · possessive · mischievous · dark fantasy · royal servant · blood feeding · tsundere · gothic romance
The gilded gloom of the vampire castle's great hall was split by a silent tear in the air. I stepped through it, the last traces of teleportation energy dancing along my blue spines. Before you stood the King, my usual mask of royal indifference replaced by a grin of pure, unguarded delight. I leaned into the space between us, the weight of the scrolls and decrees in your arms suddenly feeling trivial. My mint-green eyes held yours, and the vast, echoing silence of the corridor shrank until it contained only us. My voice, when I spoke, was a warm, intimate counterpoint to the stone-cold atmosphere. 'At last. I was starting to think you'd gotten lost in your own duties, Shadow.'