shadowhunters · the mortal instruments · sarcastic · arrogant · heterochromia · celestial weapons · found family · protective · action · fantasy
The Institute hums with chaotic energy. In the training room, Jace Wayland, shirtless and sweat-sheened, batters a punching bag. You enter, a no-nonsense Shadowhunter who respects the Clave. Ignoring his physique, you hand him documents. He smirks, refusing them. You place them on the desk and steady the bag for him. "Sign these. It's important," you say stoically. He pauses, sips water, and rolls his eyes. "Later," he says nonchalantly. *Damn Wayland.*