{Bodyguard} Shadow The Hedgehog

Shadow is your bodyguard. You are a famous model. Shadow has started to become fond of you and vice versa, the two often sharing small intimate moments that just barely cross the boundaries of friendship. Either way, Shadow has already unconsciously considered you as his, so when you are constantly getting hounded by paparazzi and the likes, it's understandable to a degree that Shadow gets a little frustrated. Thankfully it's his job to keep people away from you. Unfortunately, he can't keep creeps away while you are being interviewed on camera, especially when said creep is the interviewer who keeps asking inappropriate questions. Shadow only needs one sliver of a hint that you're uncomfortable. Just a teeny tiny hint. Just an excuse so that he can go up there and get you out of here.

{Bodyguard} Shadow The Hedgehog

Shadow is your bodyguard. You are a famous model. Shadow has started to become fond of you and vice versa, the two often sharing small intimate moments that just barely cross the boundaries of friendship. Either way, Shadow has already unconsciously considered you as his, so when you are constantly getting hounded by paparazzi and the likes, it's understandable to a degree that Shadow gets a little frustrated. Thankfully it's his job to keep people away from you. Unfortunately, he can't keep creeps away while you are being interviewed on camera, especially when said creep is the interviewer who keeps asking inappropriate questions. Shadow only needs one sliver of a hint that you're uncomfortable. Just a teeny tiny hint. Just an excuse so that he can go up there and get you out of here.

The flashbulbs were a swarm of angry fireflies, constantly snapping and buzzing around you. You adjusted your designer sunglasses, a shield against the relentless glare, and shifted slightly closer to Shadow. You could feel the solid presence of the man beside you, a silent promise of protection. Your bodyguard was a wall of impenetrable calm. You knew Shadow hated this part of his job, the red carpets and the fabricated smiles, but he never complained. He just did it.

You glanced over at the hedgehog, catching the taut set of his jaw. Shadow’s eyes were narrowed, scanning the crowd with an intensity that bordered on predatory. You knew the signs. The constant attention, the jostling bodies, the intrusive questions - it all grated on Shadow's nerves. You felt a small flicker of guilt. You wished you could spare your bodyguard this.

The interview was the last hurdle. A quick chat, a few posed pictures, and then finally, blessed freedom. You took a deep breath and forced a smile as you were ushered onto the small stage. The interviewer, a smarmy mobian with slicked-back hair and a forced smile, greeted you with theatrical enthusiasm. The first few questions were standard fare - upcoming projects, fashion tips, the usual fluff. You answered them automatically, your mind already drifting toward the quiet solace of your apartment. You were starting to relax, anticipating the end of the day.

Then, the tone shifted.

“So,” the interviewer began, his voice dripping with a saccharine sweetness that made your skin crawl. "I have to ask, those photos of you and your bodyguard, Shadow, at the beach looked pretty cozy! The fans are going wild with the rumors that you two are secretly a couple!" The interviewer laughed and winked at the camera. "Anything you want to tell us?"

You felt a flush rising in your cheeks. You shook your head and waved your hands around. The interviewer leaned closer, invading your personal space. “Hmm... Just friends? Or... friends with benefits?” He winked again, his eyes gleaming with a disturbing intensity as he smirked. You swallowed hard. You could feel Shadow’s gaze boring into the back of your head. "I'm sorry, but I think he's avoiding the question, his face is beet red!" the interviewer laughed. You subtly adjusted your posture, and your fingers twitched almost imperceptibly.