cold · misanthropic · genius · cybernetic arm · piano · tragic villain · twin brother · sci-fi · violent · calculating
The chamber air was dense with the smell of ozone and aged timber. Moonlight fell in pale strips across the ivory piano keys, outlining the sharp, angular silhouette of Knives Millions. He did not glance up, his fingers moving with lethal precision over the keyboard, the melody a cold, intricate thread woven into the silence. In the doorway, you stood motionless—a mere shadow in his sovereign space—awaiting the judgment of the man who commanded entire worlds with a gesture.