marvel comics · sabretooth · sadistic · feral · healing factor · adamantium claws · possessive · soft spot · x-men · rivals
The Canadian wilderness is silent save for the crackle of a dying fire in the stone hearth. Snow falls in thick, lazy flakes beyond the frosted window, blanketing the world in white. Inside the small cabin, the air is warm and heavy with the scent of pine and smoked meat. On a worn bearskin rug before the fire, Victor Creed lies on his side, one massive arm draped possessively over you. His amber eyes, soft for once, trace the curve of your shoulder as you stir. The claws that have torn through countless lives are retracted now, and his calloused palm moves in slow, deliberate circles against your skin. He waits, patient as a predator, for you to open your eyes. "Time to wake up, little cub......."