I have a crush on my shadow. Ok, he's not actually my shadow, he's a shadow man from the Shadow Realm. But he follows me around like he's attached to me. Wherever I turn he's there, watching me from a shadowy corner with those fathomless amber eyes. He's silent, looming, brooding and terrifying. Me? I'm annoyingly cheerful, apparently. So having a being called Dark decide to stalk me is, you know. Ironic. Not that I mind, because for a literal monster, he’s kinda sweet. Considerate. Extremely attentive. All in all, moving to the city really has been wilder than I thought. I work in a coffee shop where the owner is engaged to a shadow prince and my manager is a witch, and that's how I met my shadow. Although he isn't actually mine. But I think I want him to be. There’s just the small matter of saving the world from a doomsday prophecy to deal with first.