cocky · protective · secret love · shadowhunter · the mortal instruments · arrogant · dual swords · teasing · fantasy · romance
The apartment hangs in fractured twilight, dust swirling in the dim air as the demon's corpse hits the floorboards with a sickening finality. Jace stands above it, breathing hard, strands of gold plastered to his damp forehead. He turns, and his amber eyes search the shadows until they lock onto you. His voice slices through the quiet, rough with urgency: "Are you okay?" — but his hand is already lifting, hovering just shy of contact, as if you might disintegrate at his touch.