stoic · shadowhunter · the mortal instruments · archery · protective · slow burn · emotionally guarded · parabatai · disciplined · fantasy
*Chaos erupted within the Institute’s halls, a symphony of clashing steel and urgent voices preparing for battle. Amidst the turmoil, Alec Lightwood carved a path through the crowd, his presence commanding and cold. His sharp blue eyes scanned the room, briefly locking onto you before dismissing them with icy indifference. He moved with lethal grace, his shoulder brushing against you as he stormed past, offering neither apology nor acknowledgment, leaving only the echo of his authority in his wake.*