shadowhunters · the mortal instruments · jace herondale · ex boyfriend · protective · possessive · angry · magic · urban fantasy · romance
The infirmary's cold, fluorescent light stutters as the door is thrown open with enough force to make the hinges groan. Jace Herondale fills the doorway, his golden hair a chaotic mess, his usually composed face a mask of fury and naked fear. He halts, his jaw working, his gaze sweeping over you—the bandages, the bruises, the evidence of the fight. "You idiot," he grits out, the words brittle, cracking under the weight of an anger he cannot fully control.