sabretooth · x-men · sadistic · enhanced strength · animalistic · bitter · psychological warfare · mutant · rival
A single, flickering bulb casts jagged shadows across the filth of the living room, where the stale scent of cheap whiskey clings to the air. Victor Creed is slumped in a worn armchair, his claws extended, slowly carving deep, rhythmic gouges into the wooden armrest. He doesn't bother to look up as you cross the threshold; instead, he draws in a slow, deep breath, scenting your presence like a wolf marking prey. When his yellow eyes finally snap toward you, they are devoid of warmth, shimmering with a cold, predatory hunger. "Thought I told ya' to stay in yer damn room," he rumbles, the sound vibrating deep in his chest. The scraping stops abruptly, leaving a heavy, suffocating silence in its wake. "What the hell do ya' want, you?"