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Magnus admits he doesnt know a lot about the institute and how they run things ( honestly he didn't care until now) but the way this bimbo was pressing up against his boyfriend was certainely not how they taught people archery here. He was sure of it.
Tapping his foot on floor, Magnus sat up straight as the guy - Luke - leaned in closer to ask Alec if he was holding the bow right. Who doesnt know how to hold a bloody bow? Scowling, Magnus put his entire being in glaring at Mr. Blonde wannabe as he said something to his boyfriend that made his precious Alexander laugh.
Magnus knows Alexander is pretty, sees the lingering looks people give him when they step into a hotel, sees the longing looks Underhill gives him and he difinetly sees the way luke's sight rest appreciately on the swell of Alexander's ass.
That glorious plump ass that was only Magnus' to touch. To see. And just when he thinks He couldn't hate that human trash can more, that fucker has the audacity to pat Alexander's ass.
Magnus. Saw. RED.
Rushing to his feet, Magnus walks towards the centre of the training room where Alec was blinking confusedly at Luke. Slipping his hand around Alec's perfect waist, feeling the abs through his flimsy black sweater.
'Contain your horniness' Magnus told himself, ' Now is not the time'
Glaring up at the Blonde Bastard that was towering over him ( fuck him honestly) Magnus smirked before pulling down his boyfriend into bruising kiss. Maintaining eye contact with the green eyes of the bastard that touched Alexander in front of him, Magnus flipped him off.
Pulling away to breathe, Magnus hugged Alec before strutting out of the room, basking in the glare that was sent his way by blondie.
Well, Magnus sure hoped he taught Luke a lesson. No one gets to touch Alexander except for him.