Tall, Dark, Blue-eyed Wonder.
Pandemonium is my favourite club. It's the only one where Mundanes and others in the world can mix but the Mundies don't see us. I'm a Warlock. The High Warlock of Brooklyn to be exact – not that I like to show off about it.
Inside the club is true to its name – complete pandemonium. It has neon coloured flashing lights lighting up the crowd. I like the club because of it's eccentric style and the good vibes it has. Most of all I love Pandemonium because of the eye candy. The most gorgeous looking boys come here with their black guy-liner and their tight, leather pants. This place is full of them!
I'm standing at the bar in Pandemonium right now, facing the mass of bodies with my back leaning against the side of it. My eyes keep wondering towards a certain corner of the room in which I see a girl and a boy arguing. The girl is dressed in a short dress. Her skin is exposed and looking closer I can see tattoos in the shape of ancient runes. Ah, realisation hits me. They must be Shadowhunters.
I see the girl leave him, as my gaze follows her she meets a Mundane and starts to dance with him – probably an act of defiance. She is doing nothing interesting (as much as I love to watch people make out, it can become quite tiresome after a couple of minutes), so I turn my attention to the guy. He hasn't moved a muscle, glaring over at the Mundie with the girl. From here his face looks cute when he's angry.
He is a Shadowhunter too, I can sense it. When I focus on him his aurora is strong. He has a set jaw and his eyebrows are furrowed in concentration. Looking at his body, even under that jacket I can tell he trains at least once a day. He has firm muscles and stands with an unspoken power. I find him oddly compelling. Not my usual type – whatever you hear about me, I don't make a habit of crushing on Shadowhunters. That's what I'm doing now, crushing on him. He is my tall, dark, handsome stranger.
My eyes linger on every feature of his face apart from his eyes. I cant see them much because his pitch black hair is in front of them and he is focused on the girl. Then as if he could read my thought his head turns and pale blue eyes are peering into mine. Oh my Gosh, his eyes are stunning. I mean it! Our eyes only meet for a fraction of a second but that is all I need to keep them permanently in my mind. I gaze at him in amazement, how can anybody be so perfect? I notice that under my stare he blushes, averts his eyes and ducks his head down.
That's it; blue is now officially my favourite colour.
Breathing in deeply I make a choice. It might be the biggest regret of my life but nevertheless I'm going to do it anyway. Slowly I make my way forwards towards him never letting him leave my sight. I need to talk to him; I need to know if he's single. If he is today may be the best day ever.
After what seems like a lifetime I reach him. He's still stood in the corner. It's too late to back out now.
"Hello darling," I start and inwardly cringe at how weird that sounds. However I keep a cool head and a straight face, making myself look way more confident than I actually am. His eyes snap up to look at me through his lashes and flushes a bright red – ah, he's so adorable. "I'm Magnus. Magnus Bane. And just who is the cute boy I see standing before me?" Again I've said too much, but I feel a slight sense of satisfaction when the blush deepens.
"A-Alec. Alec Lightwood." He finally replies stumbling over the words. This just makes me adore him all the more.