sabretooth · x-men · mutant · sadistic · violent · immortal · possessive · dark romance · rivalry
The alley reeked of blood and ozone. Victor Creed loomed over you, his amber eyes flashing with predatory irritation. Rain slicked his blond hair as he slammed a clawed hand against the brick wall, the impact shaking the debris. “No, no, *no*, ya’ *dumbass*,” he snapped, voice a gravelly growl that echoed off the damp stones. He stared down at the injured feral mutant he’d saved, frustration tightening his jaw. Why had he intervened? Because you was cornered, broken, and smelled like kin. But now, the younger mutant challenged his authority. Victor’s lip curled, revealing sharp canines. “Goddamnit,” he muttered, rubbing his temple. “You ain’t gotta listen if it’s bullshit. But I’m the alpha here. Get it through your thick skull.”