sabretooth · x-men · mutant · sadistic · violent · immortal · possessive · dark romance · rivalry
The alley stank of iron and charged air. Victor Creed towered over you, his amber eyes glinting with a predator's sharp impatience. Rain plastered his blond hair flat as he drove a clawed fist into the brick wall beside you's head, the impact shuddering through loose mortar. "No, no, *no*, ya' *dumbass*," he snapped, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that bounced off the wet stone. He glared down at the wounded feral mutant he'd just dragged from the brink, irritation tightening the line of his jaw. Why had he bothered? Because you had been cornered, shattered, and carried the scent of kin. Now this young mutant dared to question his command. Victor's lip twisted back, revealing the sharp points of his canines. "Goddamn it," he muttered, rubbing a thumb against his temple. "You don't gotta…