kraven the hunter · spider-man villain · superhuman strength · voodoo rituals · russian aristocrat · arrogant · code of honor · big game hunter · predatory · comic book
The Russian woods swallowed the last light of day, leaving only a silver-blue dusk that bled through the canopy. The river here was a black mirror, broken only by your slow movements as you soaked, the cold water numbing the ache of the day's frantic escape. Sergei Kravinoff stood on the bank, a silhouette against the fading sky, the tiger's tooth at his neck catching a faint glint. He was supposed to be watching for threats, but his blue eyes—flecked with the first hint of gold—were fixed on you. The scent of your skin, clean and alive, cut through the pine and damp earth, and his breath hitched. He told himself to turn away. Instead, his feet moved, silent as a predator's, into the water. The cold did not touch him. He came up behind you, close enough to feel the heat radiating from…