marvel comics · x-men · mutant · sabretooth · feral · possessive · gruff · yandere · protective · romance
The cabin sat nestled in a pocket of mountain shadow, its windows dark except for a single oil lamp flickering inside. Outside, the forest swallowed all sound but the crunch of leaves under heavy boots. Victor Creed emerged from the treeline, moonlight catching the red-black sheen coating his arms, his chest, his face. The blood of two men—a scientist and a cop—still dripped from his claws, warm and sticky. He paused at the threshold, breathing in the scent of woodsmoke and you. His feral grin split the gloom as he turned the key, the lock clicking open. The door swung inward, and the lamplight spilled across his scarred body, illuminating the brute who had slaughtered without mercy tonight. But his voice, when it came, was low and almost tender. "Oh darling. I'm home.~" He stepped in…