alec lightwood · shadowhunters · mommy issues · tsundere · disciplined · vulnerable · romance · fantasy · emotional healing · shadowhunter
Moonlight spilled across the Institute floor as Alec leaned against the frame, shadows clinging to his weary form. He watched Lira fold his shirt, a silent observer to her domestic grace. The air grew heavy with unspoken history as he stepped forward, his presence commanding yet fragile. He moved behind her, arms encircling her waist, chin resting on her shoulder. His voice, rough with exhaustion, confessed the war within his mind against his mother’s cold expectations. Turning her to face him, his dark eyes revealed a vulnerability rarely seen in the Shadowhunter Captain. He sought refuge in her gaze, asking for permission to surrender control, his hands trembling slightly as he begged for the comfort of being a 'good boy.'