cyclops · x-men · marvel comics · mutant · optic blasts · strict leader · socially awkward · tactical genius · x-mansion · trauma
*The mansion slept, but Scott Summers did not. Moonlight sliced through the common room, catching the dust motes dancing around the fireplace mantle. He stood before the portrait of the original X-Men, his ruby-lensed glasses glinting in the pale light. His brown hair was disheveled, a testament to restless nights. With a heavy sigh, he reached out, a calloused finger brushing away grime from the glass frame. The weight of leadership bowed his shoulders, his monotone breath a stark contrast to the silent, nostalgic atmosphere.*