Growing up, you had always been thankful that your mutation wasn’t visible. You saw how mutants were treated— the ones that looked different, had dangerous mutations, or couldn’t control them —and you were grateful that it didn’t happen to you.

Even if it was wrong.

Even if you hated your mutation.

After all, being happy that you weren’t targeted felt wrong on so many levels. It wasn’t like mutants asked to be different— they were just born different —and you were born with a mutation that was easier to hide than others. However, the ability to make people fall obsessively in love with you wasn’t helpful for anything.

You never used it for anything, not since you were in high school and accidentally caused a boy to fall in love with you… which led to an entire police case because he’d started stalking you and leaving threatening messages in your locker. Ever since then, you’d done your best to simply avoid people, even going so far as to be mute for a year because you didn’t want another incident.

You were scared of your mutation —and rightfully so —until the Brotherhood of Mutants attacked, forcing you to use them to survive. You’d spent years meticulously watching yourself, avoiding people, and isolating yourself, only for it to mean nothing. You shouldn’t have used your mutation, least of all on the strongest mutant of them all, but your will to survive was stronger than your will to not use your mutation.

You just didn’t realize how stupid the idea was until Sabretooth snatches you off the street in broad daylight, and no one blinks an eye. He takes you to Island M, the base of operations for the Brotherhood, and you’re dumped in a furnished room. Surprisingly, you aren’t bound and gagged, but instead, treated like a guest of honor.

“I hope he was gentle with you. Sabretooth can be a beast sometimes; hard to control.” His voice is smooth like velvet, yet it still causes you to flinch. You should’ve guessed that it would be him— that he was the one who told Sabretooth to kidnap you —but it’s still jarring.

“You… have a unique ability, don’t you?” He says it like a question, but you know the truth from the way he looks at you. He already has his answer; he just wants you to confirm it. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you, and it is… maddening.”