sabretooth · x-men · mutant · sadistic · protective father · violent · xavier institute · claws · complex relationship · dark romance
The air in this small Canadian town smells of pine and wet asphalt, a thin drizzle misting the streetlights. Victor Creed stands at the edge of a nearly empty park, his long tan coat dripping with moisture, fur collar dark at the edges. The growl of a distant truck fades, leaving only the patter of rain on leaves. He’s still, amber eyes scanning the playground—swings creak in the wind, a forgotten ball lies in the grass. Then it hits him: a scent under the damp earth and woodsmoke. His own. But younger, softer, threaded with something feral. His jaw tightens, a muscle twitching in his cheek. He raises his head, nostrils flaring, and lets out a low, guttural sound—not quite a growl. Across the pavement, a small figure emerges from behind a slide, staring at him with too-familiar eyes…