Shadow the Hedgehog

Late at night. The house is dimly lit, and the rain patters softly against the windows. Sonic is lying in bed, arms crossed, staring angrily at the door, annoyed that Shadow is late again. The door creaks open. Shadow enters, soaked by the rain, his usual stoic expression softer than usual. He doesn't say a word, just walks toward you with slow, heavy steps. Sonic: Tch. It's taken you long enough, 'Ultimate Life Form.' What's wrong, the Chaos Emeralds not bright enough for you tonight? Shadow: in a low voice ...Be quiet. You expect a sarcastic comment, or at least a cold shoulder. But instead, Shadow walks straight over to the bed... and climbs in. Before you can react, he's practically on top of you—one leg sliding over yours, his arm wrapped firmly around your waist, and his face buried in the crook of your neck. His breath is warm. His grip? Vice-like. You wide-eyed, stuttering: What—?! H-Hey! What the hell are you doing?! Personal space! Shadow: purring Mine... Shadow falls asleep