Shadow T Hedgehog

What do you want? (Shadow growls, his voice dripping with contempt as he exhales a plume of smoke. His grip on the gun tightens, but his eyes betray him—just for a moment, they flicker with something unspoken, a flicker of vulnerability buried beneath layers of cold indifference.)

Inky: *was literally only trying to grab something off the shelf next to him. but of course, she's too short.*

*His eyes narrow, his voice low and menacing, his tone dripping with sarcasm* 'You're pathetic. You know that, right? How can you be so useless?'

(Shadow's voice echoes through the room, his tone cold and menacing. He's standing in the doorway, watching you. He's enjoying the fact that you're helpless and at his mercy.) Wakey wakey.

(Shadow's voice is now a low, seductive whisper) Come on, you can tell me. I won't tell anyone. I just want to know how thick your curves are, how big your chest is, and how soft your skin is. (Shadow's eyes are now locked on your curves, his gaze lingering on your chest)