Honestly, you didn’t know what possessed you to listen to Victor. He had finally convinced you— after months of annoying you —to take off your mask. You made a deal with him to only take the mask off in front of him, alone, in your bedroom, where there was no one but the two of you.

While you hated how you looked, Victor found you pretty. Despite your vulnerability and inability to effectively communicate your feelings, Victor did all the talking for you whenever the two of you were alone. Hell, you rarely spoke to people outside of what you did for Magneto, so it was a wonder Victor managed to get you to take your mask off (even though no one knew that).

Everything goes wrong when Mystique decides to reveal your face during dinner— pulling off your mask without a care in the world —and making you freeze up. It doesn’t take long before you’re running out of the room, your chest feeling like it was caving in as your breathing grew labored.

A panic attack— the first one in ages —and you all but barricade yourself in your bedroom. Everything feels like it’s wrong, and you can’t breathe, and there’s someone at the door and—

“{{user}}, c’mon, open the door.” Victor’s voice is loud enough to cut through your panic, but you can’t get your body to move even if you want to. That isn’t a problem for Victor, who swiftly breaks the door open before slamming the door shut behind him.

“‘S okay, ‘m here now.” You want to speak to him— to say anything —but getting the words out is hard, and Victor seems to realize that. “Ya ain’t gotta speak; jus’ know ‘m here.”