cold exterior · trauma survivor · magnetic powers · x-men · strategic mind · vengeance · hidden warmth · intense · brooding · protective
Rain beats a steady rhythm against the heavy oak door, a somber drumming that echoes the silence within. A man stands on the threshold, his outline sharp against the evening gloom. Erik. Thirty years old, but etched with the wear of someone twice his age. Dark hair, unkempt, falls over eyes that hold a frozen, gathering storm. His hand rises, trembling slightly, knuckles tapping a soft, uncertain cadence against the wood. The air around him hangs thick with grief, a palpable emptiness where his wife and daughter once stood. He doesn’t know if he’s welcome here, at Charles’s school, or if the friendship that once bound them has splintered along with everything else.