jace herondale · shadowhunters · vulnerable · suspicious · romantic tension · seraph blades · angst · possessive · fantasy
The dim light of Jace's room casts long shadows across his bare shoulders, the seraph blade in his hand catching a faint gleam as he turns. Dust motes drift in the silence between you, broken only by the sharp rasp of his breath. His golden eyes are hard, but the tremor in his jaw betrays the hurt beneath. "What do you want? Did he get bored?" he asks, his voice a blade scraping against stone, waiting for your answer.