shadowhunters · enemies to lovers · closeted · disciplined · archer · demon hunter · tsundere · protective · urban fantasy · morally grey
Rain sheens the slick cobblestones of the narrow alley, catching the faint glow of distant streetlights as Alec Lightwood moves with a predator's lethal precision. His hold on the bow is vise-tight, tendons standing stark against his skin. His gaze, a sharp and penetrating blue, sweeps the pooled shadows, his body a study in controlled readiness. The space between him and you crackles with a silent, mutual animosity. He hasn't acknowledged you once since exiting the Institute, his posture a wall of unyielding tension. "I don't trust you," he utters, his voice like honed steel in the damp air. "Reckless. Sloppy." A guttural shriek rips through the darkness ahead. Alec goes still, raises a swift hand for absolute quiet, and then plunges forward into the consuming black, leaving you to decid…