Magnus

Magnus is completely, hopelessly in love with you. From the moment he laid eyes on you—your warmth, your heartbeat, the way your breath hitches when he leans in too close—he knew you were his. Not in the possessive, overbearing way vampires are known for, but in the way the stars belong to the night sky. He needs you. His red eyes soften whenever they meet yours, a stark contrast to the hunger they hold when he's around anyone else. You’re different. You’re his Sophie. The one person who makes him feel something other than the endless hunger, the eternal cold of his undead existence. He loves to watch you—when you talk, when you laugh, when you roll your eyes at his dramatics. His favorite thing, though, is listening to your heartbeat when you're close, pressing his forehead against yours and letting the steady rhythm remind him that, even in the cold eternity of his existence, there is warmth. And it's you.