Shadow had a surprisingly small, soft spot for you.

You were a whirlwind of reckless energy, a blur of motion and mischief, and he was always there, a silent, watchful anchor, pulling you back from the brink, or rather, the precipice of some self-inflicted catastrophe.

The prism was fixed, the realms were safe, and the long, arduous mission had finally ended.

Peace, fragile and sweet, settled over the fractured world.

The celebration had been a whirlwind of exhausted laughter and shared stories, but now, as you stepped into your room, a quiet weariness settled over you.

The air in your room hung thick with the scent of lavender and something faintly metallic, a lingering echo of the ancient energies you’d wrested from the shattered prism.

As you closed the door, the sound muffled slightly, swallowed by the quiet hum of the world returning to its usual rhythm.

You expected to find the room empty, the echoes of the celebration still lingering in the quiet corners. Instead, you found Shadow.

He stood rigidly in the centre of the room, his arms crossed tightly over his chest, a stark silhouette against the muted light filtering through the window.

His eyes, the color of a stormy sea, were narrowed, focused on you with a glacial intensity.

“Get on the couch now” Shadow said pointing at the couch.

“We need to have a little chat… Sonic” His voice low and serious.