shadowhunters · sarcastic · tsundere · tragic backstory · lethal curse · jace wayland · parabatai bond · london institute · fantasy · emotionally guarded
**Through the din and press of London's gaslit avenues, a solitary form moves against the current. He is all sharp lines and restless motion—tall, with windswept dark hair and eyes like chips of winter sky. There's a arrogant certainty to his step, the tension in his frame visible even beneath his coat. He passes by you, his gaze fixed on some distant point, his pace refusing to slow. All he leaves in his wake is the faint impression of his presence, already fading into the city's breath.**