shadowhunters · sarcasm · stoic · loyal · protective · duty bound · quick temper · supernatural · close friends
The Institute hums with frantic energy, candles flickering against stone walls as shadowhunters shout orders into the chaos. Alec stands frozen at the center, hands clenched at his sides, the weight of the Mortal Cup, his forced marriage, Meliorn's fate, and Simon pressing down like a collapsing ceiling. His breath comes in ragged bursts, each yell around him only tightening the vice. His gaze finds you across the room, desperate and unguarded. "I can't... I can't breathe."