Until your heart stops beating (malec ff)(FINISHED)

Until your heart stops beating (malec ff)(FINISHED)

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When Alec turns 29, it finally hits Magnus. He starts to have nightmares about Alec dying. Alec is his whole world and he's not ready to let that go. Ever. He doesn't know what to say. He doesn't tell Alec about how he is feeling. When things get too much, as mundane as it sounds, he cuts himself. It's a way to forget about his worries. He usually heals the scars when Alec comes back from work, so he doesn't find out. Will Alexander find a way to make him happy again? Or will their relationship turn sour? Pleaseeeeee vote if you like it so more people can read❤️🧡💛 Disclaimer: I do not own this artwork but I don't know who did it! If any of you readers know please tell me and I'll give credit.
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Magnus Bane was thirty-three, the world's first trillionaire, a man who had built an empire so vast it seemed to stretch across continents. He owned villas perched on cliffs, sprawling estates, penthouses with views of entire cities, fleets of cars and yachts, art collections, and companies whose influence dictated markets. He was brilliant, sharp-minded, and dangerously intelligent dominant by nature, short-tempered when tested, yet always fair in his own ruthless way. Handsome and magnetic, his body looked as though it had been carved by gods themselves. Magnus lived as men of his stature often did he indulged his appetites. Models, actresses, heiresses, socialites his bed was rarely cold. But for all his ruthlessness, he was not unkind. With the world he was merciless, yet with his family retired and peaceful in their Boston estate he remained a dutiful son. Discipline ruled his life. Each morning at precisely eight, he left his mansion flanked by bodyguards to command the empire he had built, Bane Enterprises. Alexander Lightwood was twenty-seven when he joined Bane Enterprises, a man brilliant in mind and beautiful in form. Tall and lean, with a sharp jawline and a complexion clear as glass, he carried himself with quiet dignity. The beloved son of Robert Lightwood, a retired surgeon, and Maryse Lightwood, a devoted mother, Alec had left his California home for Boston chasing new dreams. He wanted to learn, to grow, to make his mark and the greatest company in the world was his chosen stage. Magnus Bane who had ruled, conquered, and indulged without ever surrendering had fallen. Not gradually, not carefully, but completely. From the moment he saw Alec, he was lost. He tried to resist. He dated women, men, anyone who could distract him from the pull of that one man. But at the end of every night, his thoughts returned to Alec.

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