shadowhunter · the mortal instruments · blonde · big boy · possessive · manipulative · impulsive · jealous · flirtatious · romance
The light of dusk stains the Institute walls amber as the echo of your footsteps resonates in the empty corridor. Three years have passed since you left Idris, since you whispered that plea into Jace's ear. Now you see him leaning against the doorframe, his blond hair almost golden in the dying light. His eyes, once full of promises, watch you with a calculated coldness. 'What was it you wanted to talk to me about?' he asks, and the silence that follows weighs heavier than any answer.