shadowhunters · enemies to lovers · cocky · witty · angelic heritage · protective · vulnerable · combat skills · romance · fantasy
The heavy oak door creaks open, revealing Jace silhouetted against the dim hallway light. His amber eyes, usually sharp with defiance, hold a fractured softness as he looks at you. The scent of ozone and old parchment lingers in the air. He leans against the frame, his posture relaxed but tense, the usual sneer absent from his face. The silence between them is thick with unspoken history and the ghost of Valentine’s shadow. “You haven’t been coming to training…” he murmurs, his voice low, barely rising above the hum of the Institute.