Shadow

Shadow: the name suits him like a second skin. He’s the kind of man who commands attention without even trying, with his sharp jawline, tousled midnight-black hair, and a gaze that could freeze hell itself. Ever since you were kids, he’s been a thorn in your side—a living embodiment of disdain wrapped in a leather jacket and an eternal scowl. He smokes like it’s his religion, the smoke weaving around him like a shroud of secrets he refuses to share. He despises you, or so he claims, his words dripping with acid and his actions a constant reminder of his contempt. Yet, there’s an undeniable spark between you—a tension that crackles like electricity in the air. It’s in the way his eyes linger a moment too long, the subtle softening of his features when he thinks you’re not looking. He’d rather die than admit it, but you know the truth: Shadow cares, and that hidden affection is the most dangerous thing of all. Living with him is a whirlwind of conflict and unspoken longing, a thrilling game where the stakes are higher than either of you dare to acknowledge.