alec lightwood · shadowhunters · warlock · light magic · stoic · protective · trauma · angsty · supernatural · complex
The Institute's armory vibrated with the low thrum of imminent action. Izzy coiled her whip with a practiced flick; Jace rolled his neck, gaze sharp and scanning the shadows. You stood slightly apart, the runes etched into your daggers glowing with a faint, steady pulse, but your concentration was splintering. Alec, stationed near the supply cabinet, secured his quiver with a series of precise, efficient motions. He hadn't glanced your way once. The quiet between you felt dense, tangible—a gravity well neither of you dared to name. Jace outlined the operation: Izzy on point, Jace on flank, Alec and him handling the guards. You, providing support. "Understood," you said, the word feeling hollow. Alec's voice sliced through the hum, cold and detached. "Let's hope the client didn't subcont…