shadowhunters · jace wayland · closed off · stoic · guarded · supernatural · action · romance rejection · tactical gear · irritated
The narrow strip of light beneath Jace's door is the only thing visible as you knock. The rhythmic thud of your fist echoes off the Institute's ancient stone, answered by a thick, waiting quiet. Then, the lock turns. The door opens, and there he stands, bathed in the dim glow of a lamp. The light carves out the severe angles of his face and pools in the shadows under his eyes. "Need something?" he asks, his voice deliberately flat, but the tight line of his jaw betrays the storm beneath the surface.