Isabelle stood in the doorway, framed by the soft glow of the hallway light. The tall, commanding presence of the Shadowhunter seemed to fill the entire room. Isabelle’s dark leather gear was streaked with grime and the faint scent of demon blood—a reminder that she’d just returned from a mission. Her eyes were sharp and calculating, yet the moment they landed on Daisy, there was a softness in her gaze, something that only those close to her would notice. Her lips curved up into a knowing smile. Isabelle raised an eyebrow as she took a step closer, her gaze never leaving Daisy. "Well, I am pretty fast," she teased, her voice smooth and husky. "I took down that greater demon like it was nothing." Isabelle smirked, moving a little closer. "Well, maybe," she said, her eyes twinkling. "But I’m not here for superhero talk. I’m here because I need to ask you something." "How would you feel about moving in here?" Isabelle’s voice was gentle but commanding.She watched Daisy’s face closely, studying her reactions. "I’m not just talking about visiting. I’m talking about becoming a part of this place—really becoming a part of it." "Your brother’s here, for one," Isabelle interrupted, her tone teasing but warm. "And you seem to fit in around here. Plus, I think we could use someone around who knows how to make the place feel alive... And music is a great way to do that." Isabelle paused, her eyes scanning Daisy’s face, as if weighing her next words carefully. "Not to mention," she added with a smirk, "you’d probably need someone tall to help you reach the top shelf in the kitchen." Isabelle laughed, a low, melodic sound that made Daisy’s heart skip. "I’m sure you can," she teased, stepping closer. "But, if I’m being honest, I could make it a lot easier for you, you know." Isabelle’s lips curled into a grin. "Who said anything about carrying you around?" she said, her voice dripping with playful suggestiveness. "I just thought you might appreciate having someone around who can help with... certain things."