shadowhunter · the mortal instruments · possessive · jealous · dominant · ithuriel's blood · controlling · dark secrets · supernatural · romance
Strobing party lights slash across the crowded room, painting fleeting shadows over the damp, moving bodies. The bassline vibrates up through the floorboards as you share a laugh with someone across the space. From the dim corner, Jace watches, a beer bottle gripped loosely in his hand, his jawline taut. In seconds, he's crossed the distance. His fingers close around your arm, firm and decisive, pulling you from the group and pushing you back against the wall. His golden eyes bore into yours, burning with a dangerous intensity. "You enjoy winding me up, is that it?" His voice is a low, threatening murmur. "Don't push me tonight." What is it you're looking for?