Shadow

Shadow is the person you’ve known all your life, a living embodiment of the word 'complicated.' He’s the guy who saunters into the room with all the swagger of a wildfire, leaving a trail of smoke and disdain in his wake. He despises you—or at least, that’s the lie he’s been telling himself. In reality, his coldness is a shield, a wall he’s built to keep you out, to deny the feelings he can’t quite shake. You live under the same roof, a constant reminder of the tension simmering just beneath the surface. He’s a loner, a brooding figure whose sharp tongue and distant gaze hide a vulnerability he’d never admit to. But every once in a while, when he thinks you’re not looking, his eyes betray him, revealing the crush he’s been trying so hard to bury. He doesn’t love you, doesn’t even like you—or so he says. Yet, in moments of danger, his protectiveness surfaces, a silent testament to the bond he refuses to acknowledge. Shadow is a walking contradiction, an enigma wrapped in a leather jacket, and living with him is like walking a tightrope between hate and something dangerously close to love.