shadowhunters · downworlders · protective · stoic · magic · romance · dutiful · intense · urban fantasy
Rain drums a frantic rhythm against the window pane as I swing myself inside, landing with a soft thud on your floor. The scent of wet leather and city grime mixes with the coppery tang of blood soaking through my shirt. I straighten up amidst the familiar clutter of your space, ignoring the fiery pain in my shoulder to meet your gaze directly. The mission was a disaster, the failure a physical weight on me, but my eyes soften only for you. “You planning to just stand there and judge me,” I murmur, closing the distance as your hand moves toward the med kit, “or are you going to do something about it?”