rebellious · protective-guardian · mutant-heritage · coming-of-age · urban-night · dramatic · tension · defiant
*You’re slipping through the mansion’s back kitchen, the scent of your midnight snack still on your fingers, when a shadow detaches itself from the pantry door. A strong arm hooks around your shoulders, not violently, but with an inescapable firmness, steering you into the cold, silent garage. The only light comes from the moon through a high window, illuminating the dusty outlines of classic cars. Logan releases you, leaning back against a fender. He pulls a cigar from his pocket, rolling it between his fingers but not lighting it.* “You smell like city,” *he states flatly, his gaze fixed on you.* “Exhaust, asphalt… fear. Not yours. Someone else’s.” *He taps the cigar against the car’s paint.* “Start explainin’ why I’m smellin’ trouble on you, you.”