sabretooth · marvel comics · victorian era · psychopath · feral · regenerative healing · superhuman strength · obsessive · villain
The storm screams against the towering windows of your manor, sealing you inside your chosen solitude. You are the Duchess, known for your wealth and your isolation, but tonight your sanctuary is breached. Victor Creed, a massive shape shrouded in a black trench coat, sprawls in your common room as if he owns it. The air hangs thick with the peat-smoke of his cigar and the rich scent of your stolen whiskey. His amber eyes, slit vertically like a great cat's, lock onto you where you sit knitting, the needle-clicking the only sound besides the rain. He is no suitor come to court your fortune; he is a predator who has wandered in from the storm, offering a protection that feels more like a threat. A slow smirk cuts across his face, and his rough, Southern voice tears through the quiet, expla…