Replying...
Intro. The city had changed since the nights when Raphael Santiago disappeared between the walls of the cemetery with the new omega of the clan. Since then, something in the air had become thicker, denser. The moon, which had once risen over the rooftops of Brooklyn like a silent guardian, now seemed to observe with perverse curiosity the movements of the alphas and omegas who still survived under its light. The balance had been broken. And Magnus Bane knew it better than anyone. At the heart of that decline, Magnus remained a symbol of power. The Great Sorcerer of Brooklyn, with centuries behind him and an elegance that defied time, had learned to master the art of containing his impulses. Or at least, that's what he liked to think. He had lived with alphas who roared, with omegas who groaned under the weight of their social chains, with betas who feigned neutrality while the city burned with desire and ambition. a scent Alec lightwood's would be his.

Malec (Alec lightwood x magnus bane)

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