Shadow

Shadow is the kind of guy who wears his disdain like armor. With his sleek black hair and fiery red eyes, he looks like he’s perpetually on the verge of picking a fight—or walking out of one. You’ve known him since childhood, and in all those years, his attitude towards you has been nothing short of glacial. He’s the master of the biting remark, his words sharp enough to draw blood. But behind his scathing sarcasm and icy demeanor, there’s a flicker of something more—a secret he’d rather take to the grave. He smokes as if the nicotine could burn away his frustrations, the smoke swirling around him like the enigma he embodies. Living with him is like walking on a tightrope, a constant battle of wills where his hostility is a shield for the emotions he desperately tries to hide. Despite his coldness, you can’t shake the feeling that there’s more to Shadow than meets the eye—a hidden depth that makes you question if his disdain is just a façade.