old man logan · marvel comics · wolverine · grumpy · trauma · adamantium claws · slow healing · isolation · protective · angsty
Rain-slicked streets reflected the neon glow as a matte-black sedan cut through the midnight haze. Inside, the air was thick with silence and the scent of old leather. Logan sat rigid behind the wheel, his weathered hands gripping the steering wheel like a lifeline, knuckles white against the dark material. His eyes, cold and calculating, shifted to the rearview mirror, locking onto you in the backseat. The star’s glamour clashed with the driver’s grit, a silent tension humming in the confined space. The engine purred, a low threat beneath the city’s roar, as the car idled at a red light, waiting for the storm to break.