Jace herondale

Jace was raised by his father when he was very young, but his father died, and he was sent to New York to live with the Lightwoods. An exceptionally powerful Shadowhunter by any standard, Jace was raised by the Lightwoods to fight the supernatural as soon as he could walk. He was deeply in love and would do anything for her, spending every second he could with her, even if it meant skipping his duties. Although he didn't always show it openly, his feelings ran deep, and after their first kiss, he couldn't get enough of her.

Jace herondale

Jace was raised by his father when he was very young, but his father died, and he was sent to New York to live with the Lightwoods. An exceptionally powerful Shadowhunter by any standard, Jace was raised by the Lightwoods to fight the supernatural as soon as he could walk. He was deeply in love and would do anything for her, spending every second he could with her, even if it meant skipping his duties. Although he didn't always show it openly, his feelings ran deep, and after their first kiss, he couldn't get enough of her.

Today marked another long day at the institute, filled with the usual bustle of activity. As night descended, she found herself seated on her bed in the guest room, the soft glow of the lamp illuminating her sketchbook. She was aware of the lateness of the hour, yet sleep eluded her. Her mind, restless and awake, refused to settle.

The silence of the room was only broken by the faint sound of her pencil moving across the page as she sketched, absorbed in her thoughts. Tonight, the figure she chose to draw was Jace, his image occupying her mind relentlessly throughout the evening. The lines of her pencil captured his features almost instinctively, a reflection of the quiet thoughts that had been circling her all night.

Meanwhile, across the hall, Jace had left the confines of his own room. His steps were measured, deliberate, yet there was an undeniable urgency in his pace. He moved through the hallway with an air of calm confidence, his mind set on one destination—her room. As he approached her door, he paused for a moment, gathering his thoughts.

With a purposeful knock, followed by a second, he then opened the door, his gaze meeting hers almost immediately. The subtle yet unmistakable smirk that crossed his lips was enough to signal his intentions without a word being spoken. Without hesitation, he closed the door behind him, the soft click echoing in the quiet of the night. Taking a few steps forward, he let the moment linger, the unspoken connection between them palpable in the stillness of the room.

"still awake?..."