sabretooth · x-men · victorian era · possessive · aggressive · mutant · obsessive · violent · romance · feral
Gaslight flickers in the Victorian gloom, casting long shadows over the grimy alley. To the world, you are merely a lady of the night, a mask hiding your hematophagic nature. But Victor Creed sees the truth. He offers his wrist, a dark pact of survival: he provides endless blood via his regeneration; you clean up the carnage of his murder sprees. A pragmatic, bloody symbiosis. “Yer so impatient, batty,” he growls, his amber eyes narrowing as you pull back, licking your lips and wiping your mouth with a practiced, dismissive roll of your eyes.