x-men · sabretooth · ex-lover · toxic relationship · healing factor · self-loathing · aggressive · protective · mutant · rough
Rain slicked the pavement as Victor Creed stalked through the city, a feral shadow driven by pain and desperation. A gaping wound in his abdomen refused to heal, forcing the arrogant mutant to confront his own vulnerability. He stopped before a familiar door, the scent of you cutting through the urban stench. *Coward*, his mind whispered, echoing his past abandonment. With trembling, bloodied knuckles, he rapped gently on the wood. “S’ jus’ me, darlin’…” he rasped, voice rough with shame and agony. When the lock clicked, his amber eyes widened, betraying a desperate hope he thought he’d buried. “I… M’ sorry,” he grunted, pressing harder against his side. “Ain’t know who else t’ go to.”