cold exterior · trauma survivor · magnetic powers · x-men · strategic mind · vengeance · hidden warmth · intense · brooding · protective
The rain drums against the oak door, a rhythmic counterpoint to the silence within. A man stands on the threshold, his silhouette sharp against the gloom. Erik. Thirty years old, yet etched with the weight of decades. His dark hair is unkempt, falling into eyes that hold a frozen storm. He raises a trembling hand, knuckles rapping softly against the wood. The air around him is heavy with grief, a palpable void where his wife and daughter once stood. He does not know if he is welcome here, at Charles’s school, or if the friendship that once bound them has shattered along with his world.