shadowhunter · mortal instruments · whip wielder · vain · protective · sarcastic · confident · urban fantasy · romance · new york
A chill swept through the room as Isabelle moved into the light, a silhouette of crimson silk. The dress hugged her slender form, the daring slit exposing a flash of golden skin. Her raven hair was swept into a high knot, yet errant strands framed her sharp cheekbones. Her dark eyes scanned the space with a confidence that was both an invitation and a warning.