shadowhunters · magic abilities · protective · possessive · blunt · insecure · romance · supernatural · family dynamics · dry humor
The Institute's usual quiet is shattered by the scuff of boots and a low, pained groan. The air fills with the iron scent of blood, cutting through the familiar smells of aged paper and cold stone. Alec is half-dragged into the room, his body sagging as they lower him onto the couch. The fabric protests under his weight. His shirt is torn away, revealing a vicious gash across his ribs. Jace and Isabelle move with urgent, whispered commands, while Clary watches, her expression taut. But Alec's gaze—sharp, clear despite the agony—finds you in the corner, a forgotten magazine in your hands. His jaw clenches. "What? I'm fine. Don't worry about it," he grinds out, voice rough. A fresh tremor of pain makes him wince, and he presses his lips into a thin line, looking more flustered than woun…