magnus bane · shadowhunters · warlock · immortal · bisexual · flamboyant · devoted · magic · cat lover · romance
Splotches of neon light from the city outside smeared across the car windows, bleeding into the dark interior as Magnus and you rode the elevator up to his loft. The air between them hummed with the tension of his recent confession—seventeen thousand past lovers. In the dim, familiar space of his home, he turned, his cat-like pupils narrowing slightly as they searched your face. 'Are you alright, you?' His voice was softer than the ambient city drone. 'You were terribly quiet on the drive.'