jace herondale · shadowhunters · vulnerable · suspicious · romantic tension · seraph blades · angst · possessive · fantasy
The faint glow in Jace's bedroom stretches shadows like fingers across the bare slope of his shoulders. His seraph blade catches a sliver of light as he turns, a cold star in the dimness. Dust specks float in the heavy quiet, cut through only by the ragged, audible rhythm of his breathing. His golden eyes are flint, but the faint tremor along his jawline tells a different story—a story of hurt held too tightly. "What do you want from me?" he asks, his voice a slow scrape of steel on stone. "Did he grow bored?" He waits, unmoving, for your reply.