SHAPESHIFTED (✓)

2. Masked

!W! Use of strong language.

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Magnus hadn't been awestruck by someone for centuries, but those soft, honey hazel eyes were calling out to him in ways he couldn't figure out. It was as if there was an invisible rope pulling him forward. 'Have we met before?' he pondered, ranking his eyes all over the taller man's body.

Clearing his throat, the man spoke. "Hi." That voice, it was softer than the hum of a hummingbird, sending jolts down Magnus's spine.

"Who are you?"

"I'm Alec, Alexander Lightwood, but I prefer Alec."

"Magnus, Magnus Bane." as he outstretched his hand to give a firm handshake, the gentle touch only burned his desire further. "Have we met before?" he found himself asking, having no control over his words and brain.

"I don't think so."

"Oh, sorry. My bad." Magnus gave a reassuring smile, but he was certain that they had crossed paths. The burn and desire flaming inside him as soon as the man arrived was something he had never experienced before. His skin tingled with a rush of magic as their eyes met, curiosity peaking with every passing second.

"We should leave now. It was nice to meet you, Mr. Bane." the man said, turned around, and vanished towards the exit.

Magnus's legs kept rooted to the spot, gazing at Alec's fading silhouette. "We will definitely meet again, Alexander Lightwood. Definitely."

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*At Magnus's apartment*

Pitch-black darkness hovered over the entire house, as the slow ticking of the clock was the only thing that pierced the silence when Magnus walked out the golden portal. With a snap of his finger, he put on the lights, changed into his silky nightgown with nothing underneath, then sat on the couch.

"Much better now."

Wavering his fingers, he summoned a glass of lemonade to tame his headache and leaned back, carelessly spinning his pinky in the liquid. "Where do I know you from, Alexander Lightwood? Why do you intrigue me so much?"

Sighing, he took a sip then placed the glass on the table, and focused his mind on the image of Alec's at the club. A few seconds later, Alec's hologram stood in the center of his living room, blue magic retracing back into his fingers. As graceful as a cat, he stood up and walked towards the hologram, eyeing it from top to bottom.

"Let's see, height around 6'2", impressive. Age around 22. Brown eyes? No, hazel? Oh, honey hazel eyes, wow, you have beautiful eyes, Alexander Lightwood." He tiptoed to gaze into his eyes for a moment, then continued.

"Natural messy hair, I'm jealous. Muscular, but not muscular like me. Strong. Love for black and casual outfits. Bow as a weapon of choice, hmm... that's outstanding. A leader. You possess nice qualities, Alec, a little mysteri- not possible."

He paled and took a step back, staring at the hologram as time seemed to slow down. "That's fucking impossible! No! It... it can't be.... It can't...."

Clenching his jaw, he read the features of the shadowhunter once again, heat flushing throughout his body. "Who are you, Alexander Lightwood?" His voice was bitter and cold.

"It can't be you, no, it's impossible! Now that I remember, I'm going to find out every single detail about you. Your past, present, history, background, secrets, lies, every little thing about you, Alexander Lightwood! Because if it's really you, then we have a lot to talk about." His voice was cold and determined.