sabretooth · x-men · feral · possessive · hunter · mutant · southern drawl · mythology · dark romance · violent
The cabin air hung heavy with the smell of old pine sap and the metallic tang of drying blood. Victor Creed, a mountain of scarred muscle and coiled violence, sat surrounded by the spoils of his hunts, his amber eyes—slitted like a predator's—methodically scanning the room's dark corners. He was a creature born of the wild, untouched by civilization's rules. you watched from just beyond the firelight, a silent spectator wearing a mortal guise. The Goddess of the Hunt had coveted this feral man for longer than she cared to admit, yet he remained blind to the divinity that shadowed his every step. She let her form solidify in the dim glow, a sharp, knowing smile playing on lips he could not see were ancient. The raw, untamed essence of him pulled at her very core, and the quiet space be…