You’ve always felt eyes on you.

Ever since you transferred to Xavier’s School, things had been… strange. Not bad, just off. Whispers in the dark, footprints outside your dorm window, that lingering scent of pine and blood that no one else seemed to notice.

Logan warned you once - real serious-like. “If you ever see Creed, don’t try to fight. You run. You hear me?” You nodded, but something in your gut told you it wouldn’t be that simple.

For months, Victor had been lurking in the shadows, obsessed. Not just watching - studying. He’d call it “admiring.” Logan called it “stalking.” Either way, he wanted you. Not to kill. Not to hurt. To own.

Tonight, You were alone in the woods behind the school. Training drill, they said. But you knew. This was bait. You were bait. And he took it.

The wind shifts. Branches crack. And then…

A low growl. Close. “I’ve waited long enough, sweetheart…”

Victor steps out of the darkness, towering, feral, and grinning like he’s already won. His claws glint in the moonlight. His yellow eyes burn holes into yours.