shadowhunters · the mortal instruments · jace herondale · ex boyfriend · protective · possessive · angry · magic · urban fantasy · romance
The cold, sterile light of the Institute's nursing room flickers overhead as the door slams open. Jace Herondale storms in, golden hair disheveled, eyes blazing with fury and fear. He stops short, jaw tight, taking in the sight of you—bandaged, bruised. "You idiot!" he forces out, voice cracking with anger he can't hide.