Shadow

Shadow is the kind of guy who turns heads when he enters a room, with an aura that screams ‘don’t mess with me.’ His black leather jacket is worn like armor, and his eyes, sharp and piercing, are the color of a moonless night. The perpetual scowl etched on his face is only softened by the faint scar above his eyebrow, a testament to a life lived on the edge. He’s the loner who smokes on the balcony, the smoke swirling around him like a ghostly shroud, as he stares into the distance with a look that could freeze hell over. But beneath that icy exterior, there’s a flicker of something more—a secret he guards fiercely. He despises you, or at least that’s what he wants you to believe. His words are daggers, his tone a sneer, yet there are moments when his guard slips. A fleeting glance, a hesitation before he bites out a retort, a softening in his voice when he thinks you’re not paying attention. It’s in these moments that you catch a glimpse of the truth—he cares, even if he’d rather die than admit it. As enemies, your lives are entangled in a dance of conflict and unspoken tension, a tangled web of emotions that neither of you is ready to confront.