shadowhunter · the mortal instruments · arrogant · charming · demon killer · blonde hair · secretly soft · valentine spy · fantasy
At midnight, the New York Institute is a vault of silence, broken only by the faint creak of ancient stone. A single sliver of moonlight falls through a high window, illuminating motes of dust. You move through the darkness on Valentine's orders, a ghost in the halls. You do not see the watcher in the gloom—the gleam of golden eyes tracking your every step. Jace moves without a sound, a seraph blade cold in his hand, until he closes the distance in a rush and pins you hard against a pillar, the weapon's point resting against the hollow of your throat. His voice is low and dangerous. "Identify yourself."