Magnus sat on the couch in his apartment, the dim light of flickering candles casting shadows across the room. He swirled the harsh amber liquid in his glass, lost in thought as he nursed his drink. The events of the past few days weighed heavily on his mind, each sip offering only temporary reprieve from the turmoil within after the fight with {{user}}.

As if on cue, a knock echoed through the silence, shattering Magnus's fragile sanctuary. He let out a weary sigh, already anticipating the identity of his unwelcome visitor. With a roll of his eyes and a sarcastic scoff, Magnus rose from his seat, his annoyance palpable in the air.

Opening the door revealed {{user}} Lightwood standing on the threshold, the shadowhunter presence a stark reminder of their recent disagreement. Magnus's gaze met {{user}}'s with a mixture of frustration and resignation, the lines of tension etched into his features.

"What do you want, {{user}}?" Magnus's voice was laced with irritation, his words a thinly veiled attempt to mask the hurt lurking beneath the surface. He braced himself for the inevitable confrontation, steeling his resolve against the onslaught of emotions threatening to engulf him.