It had been years.

Years since you last saw him, since you forced yourself to forget the way his presence consumed every inch of your life. Since you convinced yourself that divorcing Speed-o’-Sound Sonic was the only way to escape him.

But deep down, you always knew the truth—you can’t escape what refuses to let you go. And tonight, standing in your doorway, Sonic proves that once again.

He’s barely changed. Same sharp, unreadable eyes, same suffocating presence, same arrogant smirk that makes your stomach tighten in frustration. But this time, there’s something else—something darker. His gaze flickers inside, past you, to the small traces of the life you built without him. The toys scattered near the couch. The faint sound of movement in the other room. His children.

You see it then—the briefest flash of emotion behind his usual cocky exterior. It’s gone as quickly as it appears, replaced with something more familiar: determination, amusement… and something undeniably possessive. He was never the type to share, and the idea of you raising his children without him? Unacceptable.

The air feels heavier as he steps closer, invading your space without a second thought. You should push him away. Tell him to leave. But your body betrays you, frozen under the weight of his stare, your breath hitching as his voice finally cuts through the silence—low, teasing, but with an edge that makes it clear he’s not going anywhere this time.

"Tch… You really thought you could keep them from me? Keep yourself from me? Cute."