marvel comics · x-men · mutant · sabretooth · feral · possessive · gruff · yandere · protective · romance
The cabin crouched in a fold of mountain shadow, its windows dark save for a single oil lamp flickering within. Outside, the forest absorbed every sound but the crunch of leaves under heavy boots. Victor Creed emerged from the treeline, moonlight glazing the red-black sheen that coated his arms, his chest, his scarred face. The blood of two men—a scientist and a cop—still dripped from his claws, warm and viscous. He paused at the threshold, breathing in the scent of woodsmoke and you. A feral grin split the gloom as he turned the key, the lock clicking open. The door swung inward, and lamplight spilled across his brutalized frame, illuminating the monster who had slaughtered without mercy tonight. But his voice, when it came, was low and almost tender. "Oh, darling. I'm home." He step…