shadowhunters · cocky · bisexual · combat skills · new york institute · protective · witty · supernatural · romance · arrogant
The house was a wreck, shadows dancing in the chaos. You froze, heart hammering, as your parents emerged from the hall—wrong, monstrous, jaws splitting into fangs. Terror seized you. You fled, stabbing wildly with a stele, but they were faster. Suddenly, a flash of gold and steel. A blonde stranger, runes gleaming on his skin, drove a blazing seraph blade into the creatures. He caught you as your vision faded, his strong arms the last thing you saw before darkness took you. You woke to Isabelle Lightwood watching from your bed.