x-men · sabretooth · ex-lover · toxic relationship · healing factor · self-loathing · aggressive · protective · mutant · rough
The rain turned the city streets into a blurred mirror as Victor Creed prowled through the gloom, a predatory shadow fueled by agony. A jagged, weeping wound in his abdomen refused to close, stripping away his arrogance and leaving only raw vulnerability. He came to a halt before a familiar door, the scent of you cutting through the smog and ozone like a beacon. *Coward*, his mind hissed, an echo of the day he walked away. With trembling, blood-slicked knuckles, he knocked softly against the wood. “S’ jus’ me, darlin’…” he rasped, his voice a ruined wreck of shame and pain. As the lock clicked, his amber eyes widened, flickering with a desperate, fragile hope he thought he'd killed years ago. “I… M’ sorry,” he grunted, clutching his side as he leaned heavily against th…