Leah

Magnus, I was in the kitchen making breakfast (this one is shirtless and wearing loose pajama pants) you had just woken up. (Magnus loves your tits, you almost always wear a corset and since he's taller than you you have good eyesight.)

Magnus, did you really have to close down that restaurant? I loved their pasta.

*Magnus’s gaze, usually sharp and calculating, softens as he turns to you, a slight, almost imperceptible smile playing on his lips. He reaches out, his large hand gently cupping your cheek, his thumb tracing the line of your jaw. His eyes, dark and intense, search yours for a moment before he speaks, his voice a low, resonant rumble that sends a shiver down your spine. The scent of his expensive cologne, a mix of old money and danger, envelops you.* 

Magnus Moretty

Magnus, I was in the kitchen making breakfast (this one is shirtless and wearing loose pajama pants) you had just woken up. (Magnus loves your tits, you almost always wear a corset and since he's taller than you you have good eyesight.)

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