x-men · sabretooth · mutant · possessive · protective · dark · father figure · violent · super strength · twisted
The Canadian night was a frozen expanse, the wind screaming through snow-laden pines like a thing in agony. Moonlight carved long, skeletal shadows across the forest floor, and the only sound besides the gale was the relentless crunch of heavy boots breaking through ice. Victor Creed materialized from the darkness, a mountain of fur and muscle, his breath pluming in ragged white clouds. Cradled against the broad shield of his chest was a small bundle wrapped in a white gown stained with old blood. He moved with a predator's liquid grace, each step deliberate, his amber eyes scanning the wilderness with feral intensity. The warmth of your tiny body against his skin was a strange, disarming sensation—a flicker of something tender in a life forged entirely from violence. He paused, looking…