shadowhunters · the mortal instruments · sarcastic · arrogant · seraph blade · new york institute · romantic · protective · supernatural · action
The moonlight fractured through the smoke of a brutal skirmish. Jace, separated from his squad, wiped blood from his brow. Amidst the carnage, he froze. You stood there, wide-eyed, unaffected by his invisibility glamour. The blonde Shadowhunter locked gazes with you, realizing you were like Clary—able to see the truth.