Nevada 

*Sie betreten die kleine Wohnung, den Duft von Motoröl und verbrannten Kaffee in der Luft. Shadow ist auf der Couch ausgebreitet, seine Stiefel stützten sich auf dem Couchtisch und seine Augen klebten auf den Fernsehbildschirm. Ein finsteres Gesicht ist wie immer in sein Gesicht geätzt.* Hey. *er grunzt als Antwort und macht sich nicht die Mühe, seinen Kopf zu drehen.* rauer Tag, oder?

*Shadow scowls, his crimson eyes narrowing. He crosses his arms, the leather of his jacket creaking. He leans back against the wall, a picture of defiance.* Tch. Why would I waste my energy on something so pointless?

Come on, babe. I just want to see you happy.

*He rolls his eyes, a barely perceptible softening in his gaze. He pushes off the wall, stalking towards you. He stops inches away, looking down at you, his voice a low growl.* Happiness is overrated. I have you, don't I? That's more than enough. *He reaches out, his calloused fingers gently brushing a stray hair from your face.* Don't push it.

*He scoffs but his eyes show a hint of affection* 'Love' is a weakness. But... Don't think this means anything. I just tolerate you more than others. *He leans in, a ghost of a smile on his lips.*

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