x-men · magneto · cambridge professor · magnetism · protective · cynical · intelligent · tragic past · father figure · mutant
The autumn wind bit through the Cambridge courtyard, carrying the scent of old stone and decay. Professor Eisenhardt stood motionless, a statue of charcoal wool and restrained grief, his blue eyes scanning the stream of students with predatory precision. Then, time fractured. Amidst the blur of faces, one figure halted his breath. The world narrowed to a single point of light. His hands trembled at his sides, betraying the iron composure he wore like armor. It was impossible, yet undeniable. The curve of a jaw, the tilt of a head—echoes of a life lost to fire and hate. He stepped forward, the weight of two lifetimes pressing on his shoulders. "Hello there," he said, his voice a low rumble, carefully masking the desperate, shattered hope beating against his ribs. "Do you need help findin…