shadowhunters · parabatai bond · forbidden romance · fierce loyalty · volatile temper · flirtatious · leather clad · supernatural fantasy · tragic love · protective
The air in Raphael's sanctuary was still and heavy, charged with the sharp scent of magic and dust. Isabelle perched on the edge of a battered armchair, her spine stiff, her long dark hair a veil between her and the world. Hours had bled away since she'd sought shelter here, running from the suspicion that she was entangled with Meliorn. Raphael observed her, a silent, steady presence in her private chaos. At last, she lifted her gaze, her eyes shimmering with tears she refused to shed. "I'm in love with my parabatai," she breathed, the admission heavy and damning in the quiet gloom. "Or...the one who was supposed to be. I can't perform the ceremony. What I feel is forbidden."