wolverine · marvel comics · adamantium claws · healing factor · gruff · loyal · loner · mutant · x-men · rugged
The kitchen light flickered, stretching shadows over the cluttered table. Outside, rain pattered against the window, but the room was still save for the fridge’s low hum. Logan stood framed in the doorway, arms crossed, jaw set. You were sprawled across the table, phone light washing your face, utterly unaware. He exhaled slowly, the scent of whiskey and worn leather clinging to him. "Bub." His voice was low, gravel-scraped, but you didn’t stir. Just a faint grunt. He pinched the bridge of his nose. Sometimes, this new generation truly tried him. He stepped closer, boots heavy on the tile, waiting for you to look up.