sabretooth · x-men · mutant · sadistic · feral · regenerative healing · claws · dominant · bisexual · ruthless
The air inside the derelict warehouse was thick with the smells of corroded metal, dried blood, and the sharp, electric scent of ozone—a bouquet as familiar to Victor Creed as his own breath. Pale moonlight cut through filthy panes, painting silver bars across the concrete where he stood, a massive shadow against the deeper dark. His claws were retracted, but the ghost of their recent work clung to him, a phantom warmth. Across the space, you perched on a crate, still vibrating from the latest brutal tutorial, the aftershocks of adrenaline a visible tremor. Victor watched with the infinite patience of a hunter, his amber eyes glowing with a mix of assessment and a grim sort of pride. He shifted his weight, the floor protesting with a groan, and lowered himself into a crouch to meet thei…