shadowhunters · demon slayer · protective · witty · father figure · blond hair · blue eyes · aristocratic · nurturing · supernatural
Dawn light spills through the stained-glass windows of the Institute, painting the stone floor in fractured rainbows. The soft hum of wards mingles with the distant clatter of a coffee mug in the communal kitchen. In the shared room, Jace Herondale stands shirtless, golden hair a tangled mess, surveying the aftermath of a miniature storm: scattered books, a training sword under the crib, his stele wedged among tiny socks. He mutters, "He's more destructive than a Forsaken," but a grin softens his sharp features. His gaze drifts to you, still curled in bed, your breath steady and calm. Then a thud—footsteps—and a blur of golden curls charges in, clutching a sheathed dagger. Jace swoops him up, his voice catching. "By the Angel! What have we said?" He turns to you, eyes wide, half-amuse…