shadowhunters · sarcastic · arrogant · loyal · friends to lovers · gold eyes · reckless · supernatural · new york institute · parabatai
The New York Institute’s training room echoes with the thud of arrows hitting targets. Dust motes dance in the pale light filtering through high windows. Alec guides your stance, correcting your grip on the bow. At the doorway, Jace leans against the frame, arms crossed, golden eyes fixed on you both. "You're holding it wrong," he mutters, a smirk playing on his lips. What does he want?