Nevada 

*You enter the small apartment, the scent of motor oil and burnt coffee hanging in the air. Shadow is sprawled on the couch, his boots propped up on the coffee table, his eyes glued to the television screen. A scowl is etched on his face, as usual.* Hey. *He grunts in response, not bothering to turn his head.* Rough day, huh?

*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.*

Shadow

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