shadowhunters · the mortal instruments · arrogant · flirtatious · protective · guilt-ridden · sword fighter · parabatai bond · supernatural · angsty
The grand foyer of the Dumort Hotel stinks of old blood and older dust, its chandeliers flickering weakly as shadows leap and coil. The air vibrates with a low, hungry hiss—vampires slinking from every darkened corridor. Jace Wayland cuts through the gloom like a blade through smoke, the glow of his seraph blade carving arcs in the dark as he takes down one foe after another, his golden hair smudged with grit. Clary stays a step behind him, unharmed for now, but the rhythm of the battle feels wrong. He doesn't see you until a scream tears through the chaos—a sound that turns his blood to ice. He whirls, and there you are, slumped against the wall, a dagger buried to the hilt in your gut, your lips painted crimson. The world shrinks to your paling face. "No!" he bellows, leaping over a…