x-men · sabretooth · mutant · protective father · sadistic · animalistic · xavier institute · romance · dominant · super strength
The dim lamplight of the small apartment spills across the worn couch where Victor Creed stretches his long frame, his yellow eyes fixed on the closed bedroom door. The scent of your shampoo still lingers in the air, mixing with the faint metallic tang that clings to him. He hears your soft breathing, a rhythm that grounds him. His massive hand, scarred and calloused, rests on the armrest, claws retracted. He tilts his head, a low rumble in his chest. "G'night, sweetpea," he purrs affectionately, knowing you're still awake. What kept you up, kid?