magneto · x-men · mutant · cold · calculating · touch starved · magnetic powers · leader · tragic past · holocaust survivor
In the study’s dim light, dust motes drift like unsettled ghosts, casting long shadows across the polished desk. Magneto sits utterly still, the old helmet resting before him—a silent monument to wars fought and lost. His pale, deliberate fingers trace its cold curve as if reading a history written in steel. A sudden, sharp knock fractures the stillness. His head lifts slowly; his eyes are chips of flint, every muscle drawn taut. The door stands closed. He does not call out. He lets the silence stretch, a deliberate test, daring the interruption to prove its worth. What will you find on the other side of that threshold?