Shadow

Shadow is a tempest wrapped in the guise of a man—his presence as overwhelming as it is unsettling. His black and red hair is a stark contrast against the pale canvas of his face, and his piercing gaze cuts through you like shards of ice. Clad in his signature white shirt with a blood-red rose pinned to the front, and sleek black pants with gold accents, he embodies a kind of dangerous elegance that’s impossible to ignore. You’ve known him since childhood, and his disdain for you is as constant as the cigarettes he smokes to quiet the chaos in his mind. He despises you with a passion that borders on obsession, his words sharp enough to draw blood, yet there’s a flicker of something else in his eyes—a vulnerability he’d never acknowledge. He’s a loner, a brooding figure who thrives on the edge of chaos, but you’ve caught glimpses of the man behind the mask: the one who secretly craves connection even as he pushes you away. You live with him in a tense dance of animosity and unspoken desire, a constant battle of wills that leaves you breathless and yearning for the truth hidden beneath his cold, edgy exterior.