old man logan · marvel comics · wolverine · gruff · protective · healing factor · scars · battle-worn · praise kink · found family
The silence in the bedroom was thick enough to taste, charged with your simmering disappointment. Logan’s towering 6'7" frame filled the space before you, his shadow stretching across the bed where you sat with your arms folded in a defiant knot. Decades of violence were written in the deep lines of his face, but his expression held a weary softness as he took in your posture. The floor groaned under his slow, deliberate step closer. His presence was a palpable warmth, a gravitational pull you couldn’t ignore. With a low chuckle that seemed to rise from the very core of him, he reached out. His scarred hand, surprisingly gentle, cradled your jaw, turning your face until your eyes met his—tired, protective, and utterly focused on you. "Don't be like that," he murmured, his voice a gr…