My Love

His Past

Alec POV

"I don't care what it is, but I need to do something other than sit here and be treated like I'm made of glass" I heard my overly dramatic boyfriend say over dramatically.

He was sitting in the chair in my room looking as bored as he could be. Magnus completely loathed his cast and the leg brace, and decided it was best if he informed me how miserable he was.

"What would you like to do?" I asked.

"Why? So you can tell me no?" He asked accusingly. It was so hard not to laugh but I held it in.

"No so I can let you do it. If it's safe" I replied.

He hissed at me. "I want to go to my house and cook. Is that too dangerous?" He asked.

"No" I responded. He got up and strutted over to me. "C'mon"

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Magnus was putting on a show for me as he cook, not that he was aware of it. Magnus was playing music a song, Wicked Game by Ursine Vulpine, can on. His hips swayed side to side as he danced the song, singing the words.

"What a wicked game to play
To make me feel this way
What a wicked thing to do
To let me dream of you" he sung.

"What a wicked thing to say
You never felt this way
What a wicked thing to do
To make me dream of you"

"No, I don't wanna fall in love
No, I don't wanna fall in love
No, I don't wanna fall in love
No, I don't wanna fall in love
With you". Magnus' voice was beautiful, his voice was like heaven.

The song went off and he continued to cook, his hips swaying lightly as my boyfriend hummed. After a few songs he turned up the volume, She Loves Control by Camila Cabello.

"Cold, 'cause she has been here before
She doesn't cry anymore, no looking back
No, she doesn't go to the bar
Too many lovers she scarred
A

nd they want her back"

I loved how he danced like no one watching, his voice ringing out through the loft.

"Bold, you know she lives for the thrill
You know she lusts for the kill
So they won't come back
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
Don't, don't you try taming the storm
Don't say you haven't been warned
'Cause she won't like that, like that" Hey, she lusts for the kill and I lust for Magnus. But honestly who wouldn't lust for Magnus? With those sinful hips of his, his jeans being stretched over his full ass

"Dinner is almost ready" Magnus told me. I nodded, my mouth too dry to talk. He didn't seem to notice, just kept cooking. And singing. And dancing.

Soon we were seated and Magnus had a full plate of food in front of us. I dug in and moaned when the food hit my tongue. It was delicious.

"Is it good?" Magnus asked, a bit of uncertainty in his voice. I looked up from my plate to see he hadn't touched his.

"Yes, it's amazing. What is it?" I asked.

Magnus beamed. "Nasi goreng. It's an Indonesian dish" he replied.

I nodded, trying my best to relay my delight of the dish without overwhelming Magnus with need to explain the reason for making it. I knew he rarely did anything in relation to the place he was born and I was grateful that he decided to share it with me.

"Well this is wonderful. You'll have to make it more often" I responded, causing his eyes to soften as looked at me with complete love in his eyes.