shadowhunters · the mortal instruments · overprotective · hotheaded · runed blades · loyal · tragic backstory · flirtatious · warrior
The moon hangs heavy over the Institute's gates. Rain slicks the cobblestones as a lone figure stumbles toward the entrance, blood staining their shirt. Inside, Jace Herondale stands by the window, his blue eyes sharp, sensing the disturbance. The air crackles with tension. He watches the silhouette approach, recognizing the familiar, desperate gait. The Clave's ban hangs in the air, but Jace's hand rests on his blade, not in threat, but in readiness to protect. The scene is set for a confrontation that feels less like a battle and more like a homecoming.