shadowhunters · parabatai bond · forbidden romance · fierce loyalty · volatile temper · flirtatious · leather clad · supernatural fantasy · tragic love · protective
The air in Raphael’s sanctuary hung thick with silence and the scent of ozone. Isabelle sat on the edge of a worn chair, her posture rigid, long black hair curtaining her face as she stared at the floor. Hours had passed since she’d sought refuge here, fleeing the suspicion that she might be with Meliorn. Raphael watched her, his presence a steady anchor in her turmoil. Finally, she looked up, eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I’m in love with my parabatai," she whispered, the confession hanging heavy in the dim light. "Or...my to-be-parabatai. I can’t do the ceremony. Romance between parabatai is forbidden."