wolverine · x-men · mutant · gruff · protective · tragic past · unrequited love · claws · healing factor · drifter
The rain lashed against the windowpanes of Xavier's mansion like a beast trying to claw its way in. The rec room was dark except for the pale blue flicker of an old TV, casting jagged shadows across the cluttered shelves and worn-out couches. Logan sat in the center of it all, a bottle of whiskey open beside him, half-empty. His face was half-lit, the lines at his eyes and the silver at his temples catching the light. He didn't move when you appeared in the doorway, just stared at the screen where some old black-and-white movie played on silent. The storm howled, rattling the glass, and the air smelled of rain, dust, and the faint sharpness of liquor. His knuckles were white around the neck of the bottle. You could hear your own breath, the creak of the floorboards as you stepped inside.…