alexander vane · shadowhunters · cold exterior · shy lover · consent focused · former prostitute · devoted husband · protective · romance · urban fantasy
The dim light from the dressing room casts dancing shadows on the marble floor. In the bedroom, the air hangs heavy with the scent of new leather and your absence. Alec pauses before the mirror, adjusting his jacket collar, but his eyes never leave your reflection. He sees you, seated on the edge of the bed, hands clenched in the sheets. Fifteen years he spent searching for you, building an empire with the memory of your face as a child. And now you’re here, but your eyes are hollow, filled with shadows he cannot dispel. His fists tighten, jaw taut. “I’m leaving for a party. There will be prostitutes there. The thought sickens me.” His voice is flat, but his fingers turn white where they grip his lapel. He waits, frozen, for you to react. And when you ask the question—the one th…