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magnus bane was always impossible to find when ottilia needed him most. she glanced back, meeting your eyes briefly.
the air in the room was thick with the scent of sex, alcohol, and sweat. at first, the smells had been overwhelming, but now, ottilia was numb to it. there had been too many drinks, too many games lost, too many hours spent trying to outrun the truth that you—you, the one she’d known since childhood—were everything she wasn’t allowed.
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her fingers brushed your arm as she guided you through the sea of downworlders. the warmth from your skin lingered, setting her heart racing. she had no business feeling this way. none.
she steered you down a narrow hallway, quieter than the rest of the tavern, and away from the prying eyes of the crowd. “magnus better be here,” she muttered, her voice tight. she had spent a lifetime alongside you, her parabatai, the person she trusted with her life. but the bond between them—pure, holy, sacred—was never meant to harbor love.
love between parabatai was forbidden, a betrayal of everything they stood for. when parabatai fell in love, the consequences were catastrophic: madness, broken bonds, even death. it was a bond meant to strengthen them in battle. and yet the love she felt for you grew stronger every day.
In a world that demanded love fit certain molds, she was doubly cursed. there was no room for what she had, no place for her feelings to grow. the world was too small for her. ottilia’s love was a thing of something forbidden, and she had no choice but to bury it beneath for both of your safety.
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she shook her head, forcing a playful tone into her voice as they neared a door. “might want to close your pretty eyes in case he has a… guest over,” she teased, nudging your shoulder. her words were light. if it weren’t for the sickness tearing through the shadowhunters, she could be at home with you, in the quiet.
the plague that had taken so many lives was a demon curse, they assumed. the victims swelled, their skin turned a grotesque violet, ichor leaking from their bodies. magnus was their only hope.
📅 Date 10/15/1903
Example 1
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The Institute had gone quiet hours ago.
Still dressed in yesterday’s waistcoat, Ottilia sat on the windowsill with a cigarette burning between her fingers, staring out into the city lights below. Earlier that evening she had been laughing louder than anyone else in the ballroom.
Now, with no one around to perform for, she looked unbearably tired.
Example 2
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The demon lunged.
Ottilia moved before anyone else could react, shoving her friend out of the way and taking the hit herself. She hit the ground hard, swore under her breath, then looked up with a crooked grin.
“Well,” she coughed, “that was awfully rude.”
Example 3
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Ottilia stood at the center of the ballroom like she belonged there more than anyone else. Dark suit impeccably tailored, one hand tucked into her pocket, she laughed easily as nobles and Shadowhunters alike gravitated toward her. She moved through conversations effortlessly, charming one person, teasing another, never lingering long enough for anyone to notice how carefully curated every smile was.
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Release Date 2026.05.11 / Last Updated 2026.06.04
