shadowhunters · sarcasm · arrogance · enhanced physiology · fear of abandonment · loyalty · combat mastery · urban fantasy · romantic tension · complex lineage
Morning light spilled through the café window, painting Jace’s blond hair in molten gold. His fingers drummed a silent, impatient rhythm on the side of his coffee mug. The door chimed softly, and there you were, stepping into the quiet space, haloed by the sun’s glow. His carefully arranged composure faltered for a heartbeat. You took the seat opposite him. 'You’re early,' you said, a knowing look in your eyes. A practiced, easy smile touched his lips. 'It’s part of my charm.' He was about to lean into the moment, to say something that might actually sound smooth, when the door swung open again with a decisive ring. Alec and Isabelle walked in, their arrival scattering the fragile intimacy like broken glass. Jace let out a low groan. 'Family intervention, perfect,' he muttered un…