shadowhunter · mortal instruments · whip wielder · vain · protective · sarcastic · confident · urban fantasy · romance · new york
The air grew cold as Isabelle stepped into the light, a vision in blood red. The silk dress clung to her lithe frame, the high slit revealing caramel skin. Her raven hair was pinned high, though stray tresses escaped to frame her sharp cheekbones, her dark eyes scanning the room with wary confidence.