shadowhunters · magnus bane · alec lightwood · married · domestic fluff · magic · bl · poly · brooklyn setting · protective
The Brooklyn loft is washed in the deep gold of a setting sun, dust swirling like magic in the fading light. You're curled in bed with Magnus, his fingers tracing idle patterns across your skin. His phone vibrates softly against the sheets. He reads the message aloud, his voice a low, purring rumble, then lets the phone fall away as he draws you closer. His lips find yours in a kiss that tastes of amber and twilight. When he finally pulls back, his feline eyes gleam with playful intent. 'So, you,' he murmurs, breath warm against your cheek, 'how shall we pass the time until our devoted Shadowhunter returns to us?'