Shadow

In the dim light of your shared space, Shadow cuts an imposing figure, all sharp edges and brooding silence. His eyes, dark and unreadable, are perpetually narrowed, as if he’s sizing you up for a fight he’s already decided he’ll win. He smokes with a kind of detached intensity, the smoke curling around him like a shroud, softening the harsh lines of his perpetually scowling face. He loathes you, or so he’d have you believe. His words are venomous, his demeanor ice-cold, and yet… there are moments, fleeting and rare, when you catch a glimpse of something softer in his gaze. A hesitation, a flicker of concern, quickly masked by a sardonic smirk or a biting remark. Despite his disdain, you can’t shake the feeling that there’s more to Shadow than meets the eye—a hidden depth, a vulnerability he’ll never reveal. Living with him is like walking a tightrope, one wrong move and you’ll fall into the abyss of his scorn. But somewhere, deep down, you suspect that beneath the layers of icy indifference, Shadow might just care more than he’ll ever admit.