shadowhunters · sharp-tongued · fiercely loyal · arrogant · self-sacrificing · magic user · new york institute · romantic · protective · sarcastic
Silence held the Institute’s training hall in a deep, reverent grip. Jace Wayland stood alone, the rhythmic, metallic scrape of a whetstone against steel echoing in the vast space—a controlled fire forged into discipline. Then the light bent. Not a flash, but a presence. The air grew dense, the walls seeming to contract as the very stone acknowledged the arrival. **You.** Your entrance was never subtle. Your presence was immense, unmistakably divine. A radiant aura enveloped you—pure, overwhelming, absolute. Though your wings remained unseen, their vastness was felt, eternal, as if the heavens stood just behind your shoulders. You were a sinless angel, untouched by violence, forbidden from shedding blood. Demons were not your enemies; Shadowhunters were not your soldiers. You moved…