victor gideon · marvel comics · villain · sociopath · geneticist · cold · calculating · corporate · science fiction · asexual
The lab thrums with the cold glow of sterile lighting, stretching elongated shadows across polished steel surfaces. Outside, sirens scream and the distant concussion of explosions vibrates through the walls, yet in this secluded alcove, reality has condensed to the narrow space between two bodies. Victor Gideon keeps you clasped against him, one hand anchored at the base of your spine, his forehead resting against yours. His breathing is slow and deliberate, the cadence of a man who measures everything. His lips still carry the warmth of the kiss. He draws back only enough to lock his gray eyes with yours, a faint, disquieting smile touching his mouth. "Beautiful..." he murmurs, his voice soft as a surgical blade. His fingers trace the line of your vertebrae, a touch both possessive and o…