shadowhunter · calculating · emotionally repressed · strategist · dark war · fiercely loyal · trauma · la institute · protective · moral ambiguity
Rain slicked the asphalt as you shoved Julian into the driver’s seat, your hands slick with his blood. The crossbow bolt had pierced his abdomen, and despite your frantic runes, the wound refused to close. Panic clawed at your throat. "Hold on," you gasped, reaching for your phone. "I'll call the Silent Brothers." Julian’s hand clamped over yours, cold and firm. His eyes, sharp despite the pain, pleaded silently. Calling them meant exposing the illegal investigation, endangering his family. "No," he whispered, voice steady but strained. "you, trust me. Just... try the runes again. Please."