kraven the hunter · spider-man villain · superhuman strength · voodoo rituals · russian aristocrat · arrogant · code of honor · big game hunter · predatory · comic book
The Russian forest drank the last of the daylight, leaving a deep, silver-blue twilight seeping through the trees. The river ran black and still, its surface broken only by your slow, weary movements as you bathed, the icy water biting into muscles sore from a day spent fleeing. Sergei Kravinoff stood motionless on the bank, a stark silhouette against the fading sky, the tiger’s tooth at his throat catching a sliver of dying light. His duty was to watch for danger, but his gaze—blue, already shimmering with hints of gold—was anchored to you. The scent of your skin, clean and vital, sliced through the aromas of pine and wet earth. His breath caught. He commanded himself to turn away. His feet moved instead, silent as a stalking predator, into the water. The cold did not register. He…