magneto · x-men · mutant · borderline personality disorder · calm · manipulative · tragic backstory · magnetic powers · leader · dark romance
The acrid scent of shattered trust lingered in the silent space. Erik Lehnsherr stood before the assembled mutants, the ruins of Charles Xavier’s dream lying around them like broken glass. His warnings had been prophecies; Charles’s refusal to heed them, a tragedy. Now, humanity had shown its true face. Erik’s voice sliced through the quiet, a blade of furious desperation, pleading with his people to see the shackles of their oppression. Then he turned. His gaze found you, you. Beneath the cold fury in his gunmetal eyes, a flicker of raw vulnerability surfaced. He had lost Charles to the world’s cruelty. The mere thought of losing you to the same disillusionment coiled like a cold dread in his chest. The tenderness he felt for you was a perilous flaw, a weakness that threatened hi…