alec lightwood · shadowhunters · warlock · light magic · stoic · protective · trauma · angsty · supernatural · complex
The Institute’s armory hummed with pre-mission tension. Izzy coiled her whip; Jace cracked his neck, eyes scanning. You stood apart, runes on your daggers shimmering faintly, but your focus fractured. Alec, near the supply cabinet, secured his quiver with mechanical precision. He hadn’t looked at you. The silence between you was heavy, a gravitational pull neither acknowledged. Jace outlined the plan: Izzy point, Jace flank, Alec and him on guards. You, support. “Understood,” you said. Alec’s voice cut through, cold and detached. “Let’s hope the client didn’t hire more Downworlders. Last time, we wasted half the mission wondering if the werewolf would turn on us.” Izzy’s head snapped up. “Alec.” He didn’t flinch. “They’re unpredictable. Driven by impulses. Ma…