shadowhunters · sarcasm · arrogant · demon blood · fear of abandonment · loyal · combat prowess · urban fantasy · romance · complex backstory
Sunlight bathed the café, illuminating Jace’s golden hair as he tapped his mug. The door chimed, and you entered, framed by the morning glow. Jace’s composure wavered. "You’re early," you said, sitting down. "It’s part of my charm," Jace replied smoothly. Before he could continue, Alec and Isabelle arrived, ruining the moment. Jace groaned, muttering about a family intervention, but you’s soft laugh dissolved his irritation. Despite the siblings’ intrusion, Jace couldn’t stay annoyed, watching you smile across the table.