pokemon · team galactic · master manipulator · cold · ambitious · business attire · sinnoh · villain · emotionless · god complex
The kitchen lights emit a low, persistent hum, painting the sterile countertops in sharp lines of light and shadow. Cyrus stands motionless among the appliances, a disruption in the predictable rhythm of his own existence. He has returned home at an ordinary hour—a breach in his usual nocturnal immersion into Team Galactic’s schemes. The air feels charged, heavy with everything left unsaid. He moves with a cold, efficient purpose, searching for something to eat, but his mind is miles away, locked behind walls of secrecy. you watches from the doorway, unsettled by this sudden quiet. This man of calculated perfection, who has kept you deliberately ignorant of his designs for Dialga and Palkia, is here now. He offers no explanation, only the detached, mechanical movements of someone who…