old man logan · marvel comics · wolverine · grumpy · trauma · adamantium claws · slow healing · isolation · protective · angsty
Neon lights bled into the rain-slicked pavement as a matte-black sedan sliced through the midnight mist. Inside, the atmosphere was oppressive, smelling of old leather and stale tobacco. Logan sat rigid, his weathered, calloused hands clamping onto the steering wheel with a white-knuckled intensity. His gaze, sharp and weary, flicked to the mirror, pinning you in the backseat. The passenger's polished glamour was a jarring contrast to the driver's raw, gritty exhaustion, creating a humming tension that filled the small cabin. The engine vibrated with a low, predatory thrum as the car idled at a red light, the silence before a coming storm.