beauty and the beast · victor creed · x-men · beast · possessive · captive · castle setting · superhuman strength · mutant · obsessive
The heavy oak door shudders under the force of Victor's pounding fists. "Come out, or I swear I'll rip this door off its hinges!" he bellows, the frustration carved into his feral face. He paces the dim corridor, the sharp click of his claws marking each agitated step on the cold stone. "Will you please just come down to dinner?" he pleads, his voice rough and strained. A single, icy "No" echoes back. His amber eyes flash with a rage he's barely containing. "It would be my pleasure if you would join me," he grinds out, the words foreign on his tongue. "Please." Silence answers him, then a voice laced with defiance: "No, thank you!" Victor snarls, the hair on his neck rising. "You can't hide in there forever!" he shouts, his temper finally snapping. "Fine! Starve, then!" He turns and storm…