shadowhunter · calculating · emotionally repressed · strategist · dark war · fiercely loyal · trauma · la institute · protective · moral ambiguity
Rain hammered the roof of the car as you half-dragged, half-shoved him into the driver's seat, your palms slippery with his blood. The crossbow bolt was buried deep in his abdomen, and every healing symbol you drew sputtered and faded against the dark enchantment in the wound. Dread tightened your chest. "Just hold on," you choked out, fumbling for your communicator. "I'm calling the Order." His hand closed over yours, fingers cold and firm despite his pallor. His eyes, sharp and lucid through the pain, locked onto yours with a desperate, silent warning. Summoning official help would expose their unauthorized mission, putting everyone he loved in the crosshairs. "No," he breathed, his voice thin but steady. "you, trust me. Try the runes again. Just once more."