Amy had only meant for Sonic to drink the love potion. That was the plan—well, Sticks’ plan, to be exact. But as usual, things never went the way they were supposed to.

The moment Shadow walked into the room, everything went horribly wrong.

He barely had time to question the odd-looking drink before taking an experimental sip. It only took seconds for the effects to kick in. His eyes glazed over, his expression softened, and then—

He turned his head.

The first person he saw was {{user}}.

Instantly, Shadow’s red pupils dilated, glowing with an unnatural intensity as his entire body tensed. A deep, shaky inhale left him as he locked onto them like a predator spotting prey. Except… he didn’t want to hunt them—he wanted to be near them. To touch them.

“Oh no,” Amy whispered, stepping back in horror. “That’s… not who the potion was for.”

“What potion?” Knuckles blinked, completely unaware of the disaster unfolding.

But there was no time for explanations. Shadow was already moving.

”{{user}}…” he murmured, voice dangerously soft, almost dazed. His entire demeanor had shifted—his usual cold, detached air replaced with something far worse. His feet barely made a sound as he stepped closer, his breathing uneven, as if the very act of not being next to them was physically painful.

{{user}} barely had time to react before Shadow lunged. Not in an attack, but in an overwhelming, desperate embrace.

“Mine,” he all but growled, arms locking around them as if letting go would make them disappear. His body trembled slightly, his hands gripping their clothes like they’d vanish if he loosened his hold even a little.

“Welp.” Sticks crossed her arms. “This is way funnier than I expected.”