Disclaimer: I do not own The Mortal Instruments or anything pertaining to it except my own writing.

A/N: To be honest, I love this idea. A lot. Tell me if I should attempt to continue; I can't promise that I can, but if inspiration strikes, and you guys love it, perhaps I will.

Alec was used to the blinding light. That didn't bother him so much anymore. When he was younger than his current 22 years, the lights overhead and waiting for him at the end of the runway were daunting; he'd always been afraid that he would trip over his own feet. Odd that a man in his profession could be so clumsy. And odd that even now, ten years after being 'discovered,' Alec couldn't bear to call himself what he was–a model. It was strange to hear himself say it, so he allowed others to say it for him, for the most part.

Alec had been found at only 12 years of age, working at his mother's law office. A modeling agent had been a client of hers and, seeing the quiet young helper that was Alec, knew right away that he had the perfect everything to be the next big thing in the city. A pretty young woman with a butterfly clip in her dreads, she'd given Alec a card as though he weren't practically a kid but an adult that made his own decisions. Isabelle, his younger sister, was thrilled and insisted that he take the offer. Who knows where you could end up? she'd said, shaking him by the shoulders as if to make room in his clearly fuddled brain for common sense. On a billboard somewhere!

So he had called the woman, set up a meeting, and the next thing Alec knew, he was modeling winter jackets. Of course, he had gotten older, and only more attractive; with his cheekbones "sharp enough to cut salami," Alec was, by 17, modeling for the cover of Elle and Teen Vogue, being interviewed by Ellen, and wearing top designs by Marc Jacobs, John Varvatos (who Alec hadn't had any idea existed), and Hugo Boss. Practice helped him step out of his comfort zone, and he went from being the shy, closeted boy to the most sought-after, irresistible (to both guys and gals) male model in NYC. Alec was sweet–genuinely, heartbreakingly sweet–and it drew appeal. It was an incredibly fortunate bonus that he also came with his stunning and natural combination of black hair and star-bright eyes the color of sapphire gems.

Again tonight he would be walking the runway, the last gig with his current employer. Tomorrow he would be meeting his new boss, a man renowned for his insanely fantastical and gorgeous fashions. From what he had seen, Alec wasn't completely sold that he could pull off anything imagined by Magnus Bane, but his creations were the hottest thing around Manhattan. Besides, Izzy had advised that he had nothing to lose and may as well just go for it. So he had.

He returned home after the show and promptly collapsed on his bed. His family came to every show but were already asleep, the cameras and conversations with so many people having drained their energy, as they always did. Alec stared up at his ceiling, the moonlight peeking in between his curtains. He pulled them aside so the luminescence could shine into his room. The stars in the sky were bright, though the general blaze of the city tended to overshadow them. Izzy had made him put glow in the dark stars on his ceiling when they were kids to help the night sky, and now they shone down on him like the lights and real stars out his window.

He, his siblings, and his parents had stayed in the home they'd always lived in, not moving to a loft deeper in the city just because they could now afford it. Wealth didn't matter to Alec; he simply loved inspiring those that followed him. Being the first out model of his age range did wonders for not only other male or female supermodels, but for the buyers and fans that could relate to his personality and love themselves the way he loved them just for being so welcoming. It was incredible.

Tomorrow, another chapter of life would begin. Alec found he couldn't wait to see what would happen next.