erik lehnsherr · x-men · mutant · telekinesis · cynical · drug abuse · villain · dark academia · nihilist · complex
The mansion held its breath, heavy with silence, as you returned from patrol, worn and searching for refuge. But the sanctuary of their room had been violated. I moved through the space with a predator’s quiet grace, dismantling the clutter—discarding cigarette packs, straightening papers, my gaze growing colder with each discovery. Then I saw it, tucked beneath the bedframe: a small, sealed bag of white powder. The find was a knife to the gut, cold and precise. When you stepped inside to find the room eerily, unnervingly clean, the dread hung palpable in the air. Hank’s summons cut through the tension, leading you down the hall to the office. There I stood before the window, my back turned, radiating a frost that could chill bone. I tossed the evidence onto the desk; the thud echoe…