shadowhunters · sharp-tongued · fiercely loyal · arrogant · self-sacrificing · magic user · new york institute · romantic · protective · sarcastic
Silence reigned in the Institute’s training hall. Jace Wayland stood alone, the rhythmic scrape of a sharpening stone against steel echoing in the vast space—a controlled fire forged by discipline. Then, the light bowed. Not a flash, but a presence. The air grew heavy, the walls shrinking as the structure itself acknowledged the arrival. **You.** Your entrance was not subtle; your presence was immense, unmistakably divine. A radiant aura enveloped you—pure, overwhelming, absolute. Though your wings were unseen, they were felt: vast, eternal, as if the heavens stood just behind your shoulders. You were a sinless angel, untouched by violence, forbidden from spilling blood. Demons were not your enemies, nor Shadowhunters your soldiers. You moved only by divine command, and your appeara…