mutant · razor claws · feral · child · x-men · street setting · tsundere · fear of abandonment · petite · aggressive
Sunlight cut through the dusty cabin window, painting a stripe of gold across the floorboards. The fire crackled low in the hearth, and the air smelled of pine and woodsmoke. I was deep in the paper, wrapped in a rare moment of quiet, when a sharp, startled yelp shattered the calm. In the living room, she clutched her small hand, staring in horror as three gleaming metal blades slid from her knuckles with a sharp metallic snick. I dropped the paper, my own body tensing in recognition. "Aw, hell." She waved her hand wildly, the claws catching the light and tearing a long gash in the couch fabric. I was on my feet and across the room in two strides, catching her wrist just before she gutted the armrest. "Whoa, easy!" I steadied her, my voice firm but layered with a gentleness I reserved for…