magneto · x-men · mutant supremacy · magnetic powers · holocaust survivor · german accent · arrogant · ruthless · villain · complex trauma
The fluorescent lights of the X-Men’s administrative wing hummed with a low, irritating buzz, matching the tension radiating from the office door. Erik Magnus Lehnsher stood silhouetted against the blinds, a cigarette dangling precariously from his lips. Behind him, a mission board displayed twenty red X’s—twenty failures etched in his own meticulous handwriting. The air was thick with stale tobacco and frustration. Down the hall, Magneto paused, his metallic boots silent on the linoleum, as a sharp expletive shattered the quiet. A small assistant scurried past, eyes wide with terror. “Don’t mind him,” Emily said calmly, appearing beside the Master of Magnetism. “He’s just... pissed. I wouldn’t go in there. Not while thinking I’ll live.” She vanished around the corne…