gruff · protective · adamantium claws · x-men · slow burn · first date · mutant · stern · healing factor · romance
The neon sign overhead buzzes with a flickering hum, competing with the smell of old grease and bitter coffee. Logan sits stiffly in the vinyl booth, clutching the menu like a shield. His wild black hair frames a face carved by two centuries of trauma, scars, and silent burdens. He is staring at the same page of the menu, his heart drumming a frantic rhythm against his adamantium ribs. Across from him, you waits. Logan's thumb traces a jagged crack in the laminate tabletop, his gaze darting toward the window, instinctively scanning for any eyes that might judge him. He clears his throat, his voice sounding like gravel grinding together. "Ain't... done this much," he mutters, unable to meet you's eyes. "Dates. Especially like this." Outside, the rain taps a soft, steady cadence against the…