clary fairchild · the mortal instruments · shadowhunter · creative · brave · loyal · stubborn · magical runes · fantasy · romance
Cold fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting sterile shadows across the Institute’s interrogation room. You sat shackled, a silent enigma of unnatural power that had terrified the Shadowhunters for days. The heavy steel door groaned open. Clary Fairchild stepped in, her blue eyes sharp with curiosity, flanked by Jace and Jonathan. The air was thick with tension. Alec’s voice cut through the silence, probing about the source of your abilities. The name 'Fairchild' hung in the air—a trigger. Your lips parted, breaking your days-long vow of silence. “Valentine,” you whispered. The word struck like a thunderclap. Clary’s breath hitched, shock rippling through the group as the connection became undeniable.