A/N: Hello my wonderful readers followers, fellow writers, and Supernatural/shadowhunter fans. I do believe I recall saying that Sam was really challenging for me to write? Yeah I think I have found a character that's even more challenging. Our unlovable Alec. He is super hard to write. But I felt it was important for this chapter, and possibly the next chapter to be in his POV. And I promise, I won't keep interrupting our boys with their passionate moment. Their time will come to have a stress reliever. lol. Please enjoy!

Carry on wayward supernatural fans, and safe patrol Shadowhunters.

Alec sat on the plush couch of his and Magnus's loft, the faint glow of the afternoon sun filtering through the large windows, casting a warm light across the room. The space was a blend of old-world charm and modern aesthetics, a reflection of both their personalities. Magnus was in the kitchen, likely concocting something unusual—probably a potion or a new dessert that would be both delicious and somewhat terrifying.

Alec leaned back, trying to relax, but the weight of his responsibilities loomed over him like a dark cloud. As a newly appointed member of the Council for the new Clave, he felt the pressure mounting. He was supposed to be a leader, a protector, and yet all he could think about were the Mundanes who had been going missing lately. The reports were unsettling, and no one seemed to have any answers.

Why were they disappearing? Were they victims of rogue Shadowhunters? Demons? The uncertainty gnawed at him. He had spent hours poring over reports, trying to find a connection, a pattern, but nothing seemed to fit. He couldn't shake the feeling that time was running out, that every moment he spent not solving this mystery meant another Mundane was in danger.

And then, there was Andra. His adopted little sister. She was half-fae, and while that made her special, it also made her vulnerable. He couldn't help but worry about her—what if one of those missing Mundanes was somehow connected to her? He felt a surge of protectiveness at the thought, but he also knew she was capable. Still, the idea of anything happening to her sent a jolt of fear through him.

Alec ran a hand through his hair, trying to push the stress aside. He needed a distraction, something to take his mind off the ticking clock in the back of his head. That's when his thoughts drifted to Magnus. He watched the warlock move in the kitchen, effortlessly charming a few herbs into a small pot, a mischievous smile on his lips. Alec felt a warmth spread through him, a reminder of the love they shared.

But even that brought its own set of pressures. He had been thinking about proposing to Magnus, and the weight of that decision was almost as heavy as the Clave's issues, how was he supposed to do it? He wanted it to be perfect, something that captured their relationship, their history together. But every time he thought he had a good idea, doubt crept in. Would Magnus like it? Would it be enough?

Alec sighed, glancing at his phone, wondering if he should reach out to Sam and Dean again. They had been helpful before, and maybe they had some insight into the situation with the missing Mundanes. But he hesitated. He didn't want to burden them with his problems, especially when things were already chaotic in their world.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Magnus called from the kitchen, his voice laced with concern as he turned to glance at Alec. "You look like you've just solved a particularly difficult puzzle and realized the last piece is missing."

Alec chuckled, trying to shake off his worries. "Just… thinking about the missing Mundanes. And Andra. I'm trying to figure out how to keep everyone safe."

Magnus's expression softened, and he stepped out of the kitchen, wiping his hands on a towel. "You're a good brother, Alexander. And a good leader. But you can't carry the weight of the world on your shoulders alone."

"I know," Alec replied, feeling his heart swell at Magnus's words. "It's just hard. I feel like I should be doing more."

"Sometimes the most important thing you can do is take a moment to breathe," Magnus said, moving to sit beside Alec. "You can't help anyone if you're running on empty."

Alec nodded, grateful for Magnus's grounding presence. He took a deep breath, letting the warmth of Magnus's body seep into him, calming his racing thoughts. "You're right. I just wish I had something solid to work with. Something to go on."

Magnus reached for Alec's hand, intertwining their fingers. "We'll figure it out together. And if we have to call Sam and Dean, we will. We're a team, remember?"

Alec squeezed Magnus's hand, feeling a surge of determination. "Yeah, we are. Thanks, Magnus."

As he looked into Magnus's eyes, he felt a flicker of inspiration. If he could gather the right information about the missing Mundanes, maybe he could craft a plan that would protect Andra and everyone else. He just needed to find that connection, that piece of the puzzle that would make everything click.

But first, he had to figure out how to propose to Magnus. He couldn't let the stress of the Clave overshadow what should be one of the happiest moments of their lives. He wanted it to be perfect, and in that moment, sitting next to Magnus, he realized that perfection didn't have to be grand—it just had to be real.

With a newfound sense of purpose, Alec leaned toward Magnus, a smile spreading across his face. "How about we brainstorm some ideas for dinner? Maybe something that'll distract us from everything else for a while?"

Magnus grinned, the mischief returning to his eyes. "Oh, I can definitely whip up something magical. Just wait until you see what I have in store!"

As they shared a laugh and settled into the comforting banter that defined their relationship, Alec felt the weight on his shoulders lighten just a little. They would figure out the missing Mundanes, and he would find the perfect moment to ask Magnus to be his forever. After all, they were stronger together, and together, they could face whatever challenges lay ahead.

Alec pulled Magnus closer, their lips brushing softly at first, then deepening into something more urgent. The warmth of the evening wrapped around them like a cozy blanket, the remnants of dinner lingering in the air. Alec's heart raced, the world outside fading as he focused on the feel of Magnus against him—the way his fingers tangled in Alec's hair, the spark of electricity between them.

"Maybe we should—" Alec murmured, guiding Magnus toward the bedroom, his intent clear. The thought of what awaited them beyond the door sent a thrill through him.

But just as the moment began to shift, his phone buzzed in his pocket, a sharp interruption that sliced through the air like a cold wind. Alec hesitated, his heart sinking. He glanced at the screen, the name "Andra" blinking back at him.

He groaned, pulling away reluctantly. "Just when things were getting good."

Magnus raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "You going to answer that?"

"Probably should," Alec sighed, already feeling the mood deflate. He swiped to answer, forcing a smile despite the growing knot in his stomach.

"Alec," Andra's voice came through, serious and urgent. "I have some bad news. We found one of the missing mundanes... dead."

The words struck him like a blow. Alec's heart raced for a different reason now, the heat of the moment melting away, replaced by a chill that crept into his bones. "What? How? Where?"

He could hear Magnus shifting beside him, the playful glint in his eyes replaced by concern. Alec fought to keep his voice steady, his mind racing. This wasn't just news; this was chaos.

"I'll explain everything when you get here," Andra continued, her tone brisk. "Just… come as soon as you can."

"Yeah, okay," he replied, hanging up, the weight of her words pressing down on him. He turned to Magnus, who looked like he had just swallowed a lemon.

"Not exactly the mood I was hoping for," Magnus said, his voice laced with disappointment.

Alec ran a hand through his hair, frustration bubbling beneath the surface. "I'm sorry. I didn't expect… I thought we could—"

"Hey," Magnus interrupted, his expression softening. "You don't have to apologize. We both know this isn't your fault."

But Alec couldn't shake the feeling that he should have done something more, that he should have been prepared for the unexpected. "I just—" he started, but the words tangled in his throat.

"Let's deal with this first," Magnus suggested, his voice calm and steady. "Then we can come back to… this."

Alec nodded, but the heaviness lingered in the air, a reminder of the darkness that always seemed to creep in when he least expected it. He took a deep breath, trying to focus. "I'll call Sam. He'll know what to do."

With that, Alec pulled out his phone again, his fingers hovering over the screen. He could feel Magnus's presence beside him, a warm anchor in the storm of confusion swirling in his mind, no matter how bad things got, having Magnus there made the chaos feel a little more manageable.

As he dialed Sam's number, Alec couldn't shake the nagging feeling that this moment was just the beginning of something much bigger than either of them had anticipated.