Hello! This is my first Malec fanfiction. I really hope you guys like it! Feel free to give suggestions. Hope you enjoy! :)
Alec's POV
Bing
The elevator doors slid open, revealing a hallway with beige-colored walls and a brownish carpet floor. The doors for the dorms were numbered with name tags labeling who was in which room. I slowly walked down the alley, eyes scanning the doors for my name. With each step I took the more dread pulsed through my veins, speeding up my heart and sending my brain into overdrive. I really did not want to share a room with someone else. Having to take share something like that, subjecting my privacy with a total stranger, it was enough to give me a panic attack. I was a withdrawn kinda guy, and I definitely did not want to sleep in a room with someone else unless they were my best-friend Jace or sister Izzy. This stranger could see me doing private things, or see my diary and discover my secrets…
Stop it, Alexander Gideon Lightwood. Get a hold of yourself.
Shaking my head to clear my thoughts, I quickened my stride and looked with renewed vigor. At last, I saw my name next to someone called Magnus. What a unique name…
Grasping my bags, I opened the room… and my breath caught. Standing next to one of the beds was the most beautiful man I had ever seen in my life. From his long, glittery hair, and perfectly shaped body frame, to his long, graceful legs Magnus was straight up dazzlingly gorgeous. His outfit, however, was simply out of the world. He was wearing a pink, ruffled shirt with jewels etched on down his front. His pants were black with a plaid white and black belt. He was wearing leather black dress shoes with a pink glittery seam and metal tip. The way his pants hugged his legs, Angel forbid, they made me think of things I didn't know I was capable of thinking, racing through my mind in a swirling whirlwind of thoughts, making me slightly dizzy. My heart fluttered in my chest when I noticed the dip in between of his lower back…
Magnus turned his head and looked at me.
His eyes.
His eyes, his eyes, his eyes…
My heart pounded furiously as I gazed helplessly in his eyes. They were bright green, and easily the most beautifulest eyes I had ever seen. They twinkled, shimmered, lured me in their depths of appalling glamor. They were bewitching, enticing, ravishing, all of the synonyms that I could think of. Then all thoughts left my mind when he smiled.
It was a slight uplift of his lips, making his eyes flicker with warmth, like a light blinking on a candle. His lips were soft, full, exquisite, and they made a sudden hunger fill my body. It was unlike any other hunger I had ever felt before; it pulsed, snarled, tugged me towards his body and take his mouth with my own. The light fell upon his face, casting shadows under his eyes and refining his features. I had the sudden urge to kiss his jawline, to feel his soft skin shift under my lips…
"Done staring?" I jumped as Magnus spoke, raising one perfectly manicured eyebrow.
"I, uh, um…" My jumbled up thoughts refused to offer me a coherent sentence. The way he was looking at me, amusement dancing in his alluring eyes, his lips twitching, it turned my insides to jelly and brain to mush.
"I'll take that as a yes," Magnus offered his hand. "My name is Magnus Bane. And you are…?"
"Uhm, A-alec. Alexander L-lightwood,"
"Hmmm Alexander…" Magnus purred. My heart fluttered and trembled. Usually I don't like it when someone says my full name. It means trouble. But the way Magnus said it, the name rolling on his tongue, savoring it like a spoonful of Italian ice, it made the feeling from my legs sink to the ground, and my gut twisted pleasurably. "What an elegant name."
I blushed. No one had ever called my name elegant before. "N-not really."
Magnus raised an eyebrow again. "If that's what you think, then we're gonna have to change that. It's not healthy."
If this was Jace, he probably would have snapped off some snarky retort, like that's what you think or in your dreams loser. But, being as this was me, all I did was blush even more and stammer off mindlessly.
Magnus smirked, bringing my attention back to his lips. I quickly looked away and focused my gaze on the room. There were bags everywhere; some of them open with clothes spilling out, some of them empty next to the closet, some of them on his bed. Before I knew it I said, "Lots of bags." Magnus's smile broadened, revealing a row of white, perfect teeth.
"Yeah, I'm majoring in fashion. I need a whole lot of clothes. Do you need me to get the rest of your bags?" Magnus's eyes drifted down to my five-ish puny bags.
Blushing-again-I shook my head. "No, this is it. I didn't need to bring a lot of stuff. Most of my textbooks are already here."
Magnus stared at me. "But, what about your clothes? Surely you need more bags for your clothes?"
Biting my lip, I shook my head again. "No, I didn't bring a lot of clothes. This much is fine for me."
Magnus looked like he wanted to say more, but refrained from doing so. "Alright, that's fine. I'm just gonna head to the bathroom real quick. You can unpack." And with that, the most beautiful man I had ever seen swept out of the room with a flourish, swinging the door shut behind him.
So here we are! I really hope you liked it! Please tell me what you think. Stay tuned, R&R, and have fun reading. Thanks!
~Ashney