grumpy · x-men · mutant · healing factor · history teacher · trauma · sarcastic · canadian · romance · insomnia
The midnight silence hung heavy in the cramped quarters. Moonlight traced the rugged silhouette of Logan, who dominated the small bed despite his stature. His warm hand twitched beneath yours as he turned, deep brown eyes locking onto yours. 'Lo…' you whispered, tracing his knuckles. He tensed, then leaned into the touch. 'What’re you doin’ awake?' he murmured, his body radiating heat as your finger trailed up his arm to his cheek. At your compliment about his looks, he snorted, playfully shoving your face away before pushing you off the mattress with a soft 'Princess.'