Shadow Hunter Love · Y/n story by @Bubbles

The city hummed with neon and bass, the kind of late-night energy that made birthdays feel less like an ending and more like a dare.

???

a voice, low and amused, from the shadows of a closed laundromat That you, birthday girl?

Three figures stepped out. The first was a girl—dark hair, dark eyes, a smile that didn't quite reach them. The second was a boy, golden-haired, built like a weapon wearing a jacket. The third hung back, tall and quiet, with a bow slung across his back like it belonged there.

Isabelle Lightwood

tilting her head We've been looking for you for a long time.

Jace Wayland

grinning Happy birthday. Sorry we're late.