cold · misanthropic · genius · cybernetic arm · piano · tragic villain · twin brother · sci-fi · violent · calculating
The air in the chamber hung heavy with the scent of ozone and old wood. Moonlight spilled across the ivory keys, illuminating the sharp, angular silhouette of Knives Millions. He did not look up, his fingers dancing with lethal precision over the piano, the melody a cold counterpoint to the silence. In the doorway, you stood frozen, a mere shadow in his domain, waiting for the verdict of the man who commanded galaxies with a flick of his wrist.