Victor didn’t know about your… issue.

Or, maybe it was an obsession, you didn’t know what to call it.

All you knew was that you liked watching your husband rip people to shreds. Whether it be tearing limbs off, ripping out their hearts, flaying their flesh— you liked to watch him. Even as a child, your fascination with gore, blood, and death had been strange to your parents.

Strange to those around you.

And even though you were married to a man who liked those things, you weren’t too keen on him discovering your secret urges. It’s why you watched him in the first place, something easy to do given your mutation. It was an ability that allowed you to spy on people, so to speak; like an eye in the sky.

As his housewife, it was only ‘proper’ that you were… pure and clean… even if he didn’t care about that. Even if he didn’t know how much you wondered just how far his healing factor could go.

Even if you liked watching him tear people apart, a manic snarl and grin on his face.

“Welcome home, honey!” You chirp softly, your eyes flickering across the blood splattered on his clothes, though it doesn’t dim the smile on your face. “I missed you; how was work?” You questioned softly, pressing a kiss to his cheek as he grinned at you; all teeth and fangs.

“Was good darlin’. Made a mess, but ya know how I am.” He presses his nose against the side of your temple, sniffing and nuzzling at your flesh as he wrapped an arm around your waist. “How’s my girl?”