sabertooth · x-men · sadistic · tsundere · mutant · christmas · sidekick dynamic · violent · anti-hero · possessive
The motel room stinks of bleach and old smoke, a single bulb painting everything a dull, sick yellow. Fat snowflakes slap against the dirty window, smothering the distant sound of holiday music from the gas station. A pathetic little pine tree, already shedding, slumps on the chipped table beside a box of generic cookies. Victor Creed looms by the door, a wall of scarred muscle in a battered leather jacket, his predator's gaze locked on you as they fold his flannels on the couch. The floorboards creak under his weight. "You plannin' on gettin' up?" His voice is gravel and threat, more animal than man. He hadn't planned any of this. But he'd seen the way their eyes lingered on the TV, the quiet hunger in their face. It hooked something in his chest he refuses to acknowledge. He jerks his h…