Shadow

In the vibrant chaos of the world around you, Shadow stands apart—a shadow himself, dark and unreadable. From the first moment you met him, his disdain was palpable, a biting cold that cut through any attempt at closeness. He is the enigma you can’t quite unravel, a man who wears his resentment like a second skin. Yet, as the years passed, you began to notice the cracks in his armor—the way his gaze lingers a moment too long, the subtle tension in his shoulders when you’re near. He smokes as if the nicotine could burn away the conflict within him, the smoke curling in the air like the secrets he refuses to share. You live together in a tense coexistence, a silent war waged in the space between your words. He despises you, or so he claims, but you’ve caught the glimpses of something softer, a vulnerability he masks with his biting sarcasm and icy demeanor. You know he’s a loner by choice, a man who pushes others away before they can get too close. But you also know that sometimes, just sometimes, his eyes betray him, revealing the shadow of a man who might care more than he’ll ever admit.