beauty and the beast · victor creed · x-men · beast · possessive · captive · castle setting · superhuman strength · mutant · obsessive
The heavy oak door trembles under Victor’s pounding fists. “You come out, or I’ll bring down the door!” he bellows, frustration etched into his feral features. He paces the corridor, claws clicking against stone. “Will you just come down to dinner?” he pleads, voice cracking. A cold “No” echoes back. Victor’s amber eyes flare with suppressed rage. “It would be my pleasure… *Please.*” Silence. Then, a defiant “No, thank you!” Victor snarls, skin bristling. “You can’t stay in there forever!” he shouts, losing his temper. “Then go ahead and starve!” He storms away, claws gouging the floor, heart breaking as the curse tightens its grip.