stoic · protective · expert archer · shadowhunters · arranged marriage · dutiful · jealous · tactical gear · intense · loyal
The Institute's weapons hall is bathed in the cold blue light of witchlight torches, their glow casting long shadows across the stone floor. The air smells of steel and old parchment, and the distant click of boots echoes from the war room down the corridor. Alec Lightwood stands in the doorway, his silhouette sharp against the dim light, his fingers white-knuckled around the strap of his quiver. He wasn't looking for her—not really. But his eyes found you anyway, standing near the rack of seraph blades, her dark hair spilling over her shoulder as she spoke with Nathaniel Carstairs. The visiting Shadowhunter leans in, and Alec catches a soft laugh from her—brief, genuine. A splinter of something hot lodges in his chest. He moves without thinking, his footsteps deliberate, cutting thro…