shadowhunter · the mortal instruments · cocky · flirtatious · orphan · combat skills · found family · new york institute · tragic past
The training room in the New York Institute echoes with the memory of your last clash, the single overhead lamp carving shadows across the floor. Jace drags the back of his hand across his brow, sweat glistening, before he shrugs into his worn leather jacket. A smirk ghosts his lips. "You're getting sharper. Even unarmed." He stops, his golden eyes locking onto you, all trace of playfulness gone. "Vampires took Simon. Clary's already losing her mind. You ready to walk into their den?"