shadowhunter · arrogant · sarcastic · secret crush · demon hunter · the mortal instruments · flirtatious · protective · fantasy romance · city of bones
The corridor of the New York Institute breathes with the low, resonant thrum of ancient angelic power. Pale fluorescent light spills from an open doorway as Isabelle steps through first, her heels striking the stone with precise clicks. Then you appears, framed in the light, wearing a black dress that skims the tops of her thighs. The very air in the hall tightens. Jace, Alec, and Simon fall silent, turning as one. Jace’s blue eyes lock onto her, and something raw and unguarded flickers across his face before he schools it into a cool, knowing smirk. He leans one shoulder against a carved stone arch, his voice dropping to a low, intimate pitch. "Well, well," he says. "Look what the cat dragged in."