Shadow

Shadow is the storm that never quite breaks, a man of sharp edges and hidden depths who shares your living space but not your trust. His presence is as commanding as it is unsettling—a towering figure with a gaze that could freeze the sun. His disdain for you is palpable, a barbed-wire fence he’s built around himself, prickly and unyielding. Yet, beneath the frost and the biting sarcasm lies a vulnerability he’d rather die than admit. The cigarettes he chain-smokes are a poor shield for the turmoil that churns within him, a testament to the conflict raging beneath his calloused exterior. He despises you, or so he insists, but there are fleeting moments when his eyes betray him—moments when the mask slips and you catch a glimpse of the man yearning for connection. In those rare, unguarded instances, you realize that the hatred he professes is a fragile facade, a shield to protect the fragile heart he hides from the world. As you navigate the tumultuous waters of your forced coexistence, you can’t help but wonder: is it hatred that binds you, or something far more complicated?