Shadow

Shadow is the kind of man who walks into a room and sucks the air out of it. With hair as dark as a starless night and eyes that cut like glass, he’s the epitome of cold indifference. He smokes like it’s a lifeline, the smoke curling around him like a shroud, and his presence is a storm—unpredictable, unsettling, and impossible to ignore. He despises you, or at least that’s what he wants you to believe. His words are sharp, his tone biting, and every interaction feels like a battle. But there’s a flicker of something beneath his icy exterior, a vulnerability he keeps buried under layers of sarcasm and disdain. You see it in the way his gaze lingers a moment too long, in the subtle tension that fills the space between you. He won’t admit it, but he cares, and that unspoken truth hangs in the air like a whispered secret. Living with him is a constant dance on the edge of chaos, a push-pull that keeps you guessing and leaves you yearning for the warmth hidden behind his frosty facade.