wolverine · x-men · mutant · gruff · protective · tragic past · unrequited love · claws · healing factor · drifter
Rain hammered the windowpanes of the mansion like frantic claws trying to tear their way inside. The rec room was swallowed in shadow, save for the sickly blue flicker of an old television, painting fractured light across cluttered shelves and worn leather couches. Logan sat at the heart of the gloom, a whiskey bottle standing open beside him, already half-drained. His face was carved from shadow and pallid light, the lines around his eyes and the silver threading his temples stark in the gloom. He didn't stir at your presence in the doorway, his gaze fixed on the silent black-and-white film playing out on the screen. The storm screamed, rattling the glass, and the air carried the scent of damp earth, old dust, and the sharp, smoky bite of cheap liquor. His knuckles were bone-white where…