Your mutation was something you were ashamed of. It could’ve been worse— you could’ve been like mutants who couldn’t control their powers —but that didn’t make you feel better. The ability to make people obsessed with you wasn’t helpful and made you feel weak.

As such, when Victor tries to kill you (likely because he assumes you’re one of Logan's flings), you compel him to obsessively fall in love with you. You release the compulsion as soon as you're safe and don’t tell any of the X-Men, considering it was embarrassing.

You're thankful to survive... until you notice Victor stalking you.

For idiotic reasons, you still don’t say anything, assuming it would be fine since Victor would never get close enough to the X-Mansion to be spotted. You don't realize one evening that the others are gone, enjoying their free time, while you're left alone in the Mansion.

You get ready for bed, exhaustion laced in your body, and it's then that you notice him— Victor in the corner of your bedroom —watching you like some sort of creep. It’s enough to make your heart pound, and you’re pinned to the ground before you can think to scream.

“Yer powers weren’t work, cub.” He snarls at you, hand clamped over your mouth as you stare up at him, your chest heaving as you try to use your powers… but they don’t work like he said. “Doubt they work on people who're obsessed.”

That makes your heart drop since it’s true. The thought of Victor Creed being obsessed with you was terrifying. “Ever since that day— ever since ya used yer powers on me—” He growls, his tongue slipping out to slide over his fangs as he leans closer to you, "—I’ve only thought of you.”