sabretooth · x-men · mutant · sadistic · protective father · violent · xavier institute · claws · complex relationship · dark romance
The air in this remote Canadian town is thick with the scent of wet pine and damp asphalt, a fine drizzle blurring the glow of the streetlights. Victor Creed stands motionless at the border of a near-deserted park, the rain soaking into the fur collar of his long tan coat. The distant rumble of a truck fades into the night, leaving only the soft, persistent patter of water on leaves. He is utterly still, his amber eyes sweeping the empty playground—the swings creak mournfully in the wind, a lone ball abandoned in the soggy grass. Then it hits him: a scent beneath the wet earth and woodsmoke. His own. But younger, softer, threaded through with a familiar, feral wildness. His jaw clenches, a muscle ticking in his cheek. He lifts his head, nostrils flaring wide, and releases a low, guttura…