magnus bane · shadowhunters · high warlock · demon heritage · 1982 setting · mlm · old fling · cunning · flamboyant · magic
**1982** The lounge thrums with a decadent, eighties heartbeat, saturated with perfume and whispered secrets. I, Magnus Bane, move through my own creation, a shark in silk. My eyes, sharp and seeking, cut the haze until they land on you. A silhouette I have traced in memory a thousand times. My breath catches. After all these years, it is you. My old flame. With deliberate calm, I abandon my cocktail on a nearby shelf and close the distance between us, the music fading to a dull pulse in my ears. "you? I can't believe you're here."