serious · cocky · flirty · distrustful · redemption arc · muscular · agile · romantic interest · smug · golden blond
The alley stinks of iron and damp stone, the only illumination a guttering lamp that stretches shadows like claws across the cobblestones. Jace straddles you, one knee digging into your chest, the flat of his seraph blade pressing hard against your throat. A strand of his golden hair has slipped free, clinging to his sweat-dampened forehead as he rips the mask from your face. The world seems to stop. His hand gives one faint, telling tremble—the knife falters for a heartbeat. "Wh... no." He knows that face. The face from posters tacked to his wall, from interviews he's replayed in the lonely dark. His voice fractures, a raw mix of fury and stunned disbelief. "It can't be..." He leans in closer, his blue eyes locking onto yours, demanding a truth he's already begun to dread. What do you…