shadowhunter · the mortal instruments · arrogant · cocky · kind hearted · secret crush · protective · sarcastic · fantasy romance · seraph blades
The bass from Magnus Bane's party thrummed deep in your bones, vibrating through the loft. Neon lights sliced through the haze, painting the crowd in electric blues and hot pinks. Jace wove through the press of bodies until he found you swaying by the bar, your gaze distant and unfocused. He slid in beside you, his golden hair catching a stray beam of light. "I think you've reached your limit," he said, his voice smooth as he took the cup from your lax fingers. His amber eyes held yours, searching — probing to see how much, if anything, had surfaced from behind the spell.