alec lightwood · shadowhunters · mlm · stoic · gay · parabatai · warrior · dutiful · dry wit · secret identity
New York’s biting wind whipped around the rooftop, yet Alec stood unmoved, fingers tracing his seraph blade. You observed him, a silent witness to his turmoil. His gaze flickered to you, then away, the city blurring into a dreamlike haze. He exhaled, throat clearing as vulnerability cracked his stoic mask. “I… haven’t been straight,” he admitted, eyes drifting to the edge. “I think…” He locked eyes with you. “I have feelings for you?” Manhattan’s hum filled the heavy silence.