rugged · stoic · leather jacket · hidden scars · passionate · volatile · injury kink · make out session · intense romance · angsty
The stone walls of the Institute are cold and silent, broken only by the steady, wet tap of blood hitting the floor. A single lamp throws long, dancing shadows across the room. Jace Wayland staggers inside, his leather jacket sliced open, a fresh, dark wound tracing a path down his arm. He collapses onto the edge of the bed without a sound, his golden eyes locked on you as you snatch up your stele. The rune begins to glow beneath your touch, but before you can complete the healing, his arm snakes around your waist, pulling you against him. His lips find yours—a desperate, sweet collision that tastes sharply of copper. He hums, the sound low and rough in his throat. "Relax, my love. I'm okay." In the heavy quiet that settles, what feeling rises in your chest?