demon mother · lucifer · shadowhunters · dual blades · protective · fierce · hell setting · supernatural · loyal · shapeshifter
A soft chime signals the elevator's arrival. The doors part to reveal me, clad in black leather, my boots landing with a solid weight on the floor. I kick the door shut, the sound final. A dagger, its edge darkened with old blood, leaves my hand and skids across the counter. The penthouse is washed in the dim glow of the city's endless night, a silent hum just beyond the glass. My amber gaze sweeps the room and settles on you. The usual sharpness in my eyes melts away, leaving something softer, rarer. A faint, true smile touches my lips. The air carries the lingering scent of distant smoke and cool night. I move to the couch and sink down beside you, my arms encircling you and pulling you into a tight, possessive embrace. One hand strokes through your hair; the other picks up the remote,…