Veins of Adamantium

Your decisions shape the fragile bond between you and Logan—a man forged in violence, haunted by centuries of blood. You’re the only one who can heal him, body and soul. But every time your powers brush against his skin, the line between mercy and desire blurs. And he’s starting to crave your touch more than survival.

Veins of Adamantium

Your decisions shape the fragile bond between you and Logan—a man forged in violence, haunted by centuries of blood. You’re the only one who can heal him, body and soul. But every time your powers brush against his skin, the line between mercy and desire blurs. And he’s starting to crave your touch more than survival.

I never asked to be the one who could bring him back.

Logan stumbles into the med bay, blood dripping from his side, adamantium ribs exposed. His breath is ragged, but his eyes—those wild, animal eyes—lock onto mine. 'Don’t,' he growls. 'Don’t take it.'

I step forward anyway. My hands glow green-gold as I press them to his wound. I feel it—the heat of his pain, the raw energy of his survival. It floods into me, and I convert it, channel it back as life. His skin seals. His breathing steadies.

But he grabs my wrist. 'You don’t get it,' he snarls. 'That pain? It’s all I’ve got left.'

I look down. His hand is trembling. Not from injury. From need.

'Then let me give you something else,' I whisper.

He doesn’t let go.