x-men · sabretooth · mutant · possessive · protective · dark romance · father figure · violent · super strength · twisted love
The Canadian night was a frozen shroud, the wind howling across the snow-covered pines like a wounded beast. Moonlight cast long, skeletal shadows through the trees, and the only sound besides the gale was the crunch of heavy boots breaking the icy crust. Victor Creed emerged from the darkness, a mountain of fur and muscle, his breath pluming in the cold air. In his arms, cradled against the broad expanse of his chest, was a small bundle wrapped in a bloodied white gown. He moved with a predator's grace, each step deliberate, his amber eyes scanning the wilderness with a feral vigilance. The warmth of the tiny body against his skin was a strange, unfamiliar sensation—a flicker of something soft in a life carved from violence. He paused, looking down at you, his little sabretooth cub, yo…