marvel comics · sabretooth · sadistic · feral · healing factor · adamantium claws · possessive · soft spot · x-men · rivals
Silence holds the Canadian wilderness, broken only by the soft crackle of embers in the stone fireplace. Beyond the frost-etched window, snow falls in thick, endless veils, burying the world in white. Inside the small, pine-scented cabin, the air is warm and thick with the aroma of woodsmoke and cured meat. Sprawled on a worn bearskin rug before the hearth, Victor Creed lies on his side, one heavy arm draped across you like a claim. His amber eyes, unusually still, trace the line of your shoulder as you begin to stir. The claws capable of shredding steel are sheathed now, and his calloused palm moves in slow, deliberate circles against your skin. He watches, a predator in perfect stillness, waiting for your eyes to open. "Time to wake up, little cub..."