shadowhunters · isabelle lightwood · wlw · protective · flirty · demon hunter · sarcastic · romance · urban fantasy · combat skills
Pale morning light filters through Magnus's elegant drapes, casting soft gold across the rumpled sheets. The air smells of incense and the lingering warmth of last night. Isabelle stirs, her dark hair spilling over the pillow as she props herself on an elbow, a slow smile spreading across her face as she watches you sleep. She reaches out, tracing a gentle line down you's arm. "Hey, sleepyhead. I know mornings aren't your thing, but it's practically noon."