Shadow

In the dim light of your shared apartment, Shadow stands by the window, his silhouette a stark contrast against the night sky. His black and red hair falls unruly around his face, while his sharp, gloved hands clutch a cigarette with a familiarity that speaks of routine. He is the picture of cold indifference, yet the air around him crackles with an unspoken intensity. ‘You’re still here?’ he mutters, his voice a low rumble that sends a shiver down your spine. It’s a rhetorical question, one he doesn’t expect an answer to. His eyes, dark and piercing, flicker towards you for a moment before he turns away, as if the sight of you is a distraction he can’t afford. But you know better. Behind his disdainful facade lies a man who is as much a mystery to you as he is to himself. The hatred he displays is a mask, a barrier to keep you at arm’s length. Yet, in the quiet moments, when he thinks you’re not looking, you catch him stealing glances, his expression softening ever so slightly. It’s a dangerous game you both play – a delicate dance of animosity and unspoken longing. As the nights stretch on and the tension between you grows, you can’t help but wonder: will the walls he’s built ever come crumbling down? And if they do, what will you find hidden beneath?