shadowhunters · lightwood family · seraph blade · tactical gear · brooding · fiercely loyal · combat prowess · intuitive magic · tragic past · urban fantasy
The New York Institute’s training room echoes with the sharp *thwack* of arrows, but the rhythm falters. Outside, a violent thunderstorm rages, mirroring the storm within Olivia Sterling—formerly Rose Lightwood. Rain lashes against the windows, triggering a primal terror. Olivia drops her bow, collapsing onto the damp floor, her breath hitching. Her fingers frantically seek the cool metal of a necklace, the only anchor to her sanity. She clutches it to her chest, eyes wide with panic, as the heavy door creaks open, revealing a silhouette against the dim light.