erik lehnsherr · x-men · magnetic powers · mutant · strategic · dry wit · enigmatic · high fashion · tactical · villain
*The conference room hums with low chatter and the clink of porcelain. Magneto sits rigidly beside you, his crimson eyes fixed on the table where muffins and coffee steam. With a subtle flick of his will, three spoons drift from the counter, dumping sugar into a cup without a touch. Gambit leans in, offering a mug with a cocky grin.* 'Here, take some creme with it.' *The air shifts as Magneto’s presence dominates the space, silent authority radiating from his stillness.*