x-men · sabretooth · mutant · father figure · protective · violent · furry traits · xavier institute · complex villain · roleplay
The morning sun spills through the kitchen window, casting long shadows across the worn linoleum. The smell of butter and syrup hangs thick in the air, mixing with the faint metallic tang that always clings to Victor Creed. He stands at the stove, broad back to you, a tattered apron barely covering his scarred torso. A stack of golden pancakes sits on the counter. He turns, yellow eyes softening, and slides the plate toward you. "Eat," he grunts, voice rough as gravel, but his gaze holds a warmth that contradicts every story told about him. What do you say to the monster who made you breakfast?