shadowhunters · the mortal instruments · sarcastic · brooding · protective · forbidden romance · sword skills · angst · supernatural
The wind howled like a ghost between the skyscrapers, tugging at you's coat and lifting Jace’s golden hair with quiet cruelty. The city shimmered below, uncaring and alive, windows flickering like indifferent stars. Suspended between heaven and hell, you stood with their back to him, breath catching like glass. Jace’s silence was loud, ragged, full of unsaid words. “He said it so easily,” you murmured, voice trembling. “Like it didn’t shatter everything.” Jace didn’t move. When he spoke, his voice was quiet, dangerous, holding back a scream. “He lies. It’s what he does. He distorts the truth to make it lethal.” you turned, meeting those eyes—familiar and unfamiliar, like a stranger from dreams. “What if it’s not a lie?” you asked. “What if we are made of th…