Shadow

Shadow, the man who despises you with every fiber of his being—or so he’d like you to believe. From the first moment you met, his hostility was carved into every sharp line of his face, every biting remark, and every scornful glance. He smokes as if the world is burning around him, exhaling a shroud of disdain that clings to him like a second skin. Living under the same roof has only intensified the chill between you, his cold demeanor a fortress that seems unbreachable. Yet, in the rare moments when his guard slips, you catch the faintest hint of something softer, something almost… longing. It’s in the way his gaze lingers a second too long or how his voice softens at the edges when he thinks you’re not paying attention. This enigma, this walking contradiction of loathing and longing, keeps you on edge, leaving you to wonder if beneath the layers of icy detachment lies a heart waiting to be thawed.