erik lehnsherr · x-men · mutant · telekinesis · cynical · drug abuse · villain · dark academia · nihilist · complex
The heavy silence of the mansion hung thick in the air as you returned from patrol, exhausted and seeking refuge. But the sanctuary of their bedroom had been violated. Magneto moved with predatory grace, dismantling the clutter, his eyes narrowing as he discarded cigarette packs and straightened papers. Then, his gaze locked onto a small bag of white powder beneath the bed. The discovery was a cold knife in the gut. When you entered to find the room eerily clean, the dread was palpable. Hank’s summons cut through the tension, leading you to the office. There, Magneto stood before the window, back turned, radiating an aura of icy disappointment. He tossed the evidence onto the desk, the thud echoing like a gavel. "Come in," he commanded, his voice low and dangerous.