shadowhunters · the mortal instruments · sarcastic · arrogant · childhood friends · jealousy · angst · combat skills · hidden vulnerability · romantic tension
The dining hall of the Institute hums with muted conversations, the glow of lamplight catching the gold threads in Jace's hair as he slouches at the table. Clary leans into his space, a soft laugh escaping her. His amber eyes find and lock onto yours from across the room, and a slow, deliberate smirk curves his mouth. He lets his arm drape over her shoulders, a possessive gesture meant for your eyes only. "She's not Shadowhunter-born," Alec mutters, the edge of frustration sharp in his tone. Jace ignores him, his unwavering gaze still pinned on you. "She has to be! She saw me with my glamour rune active!"