Chat with X-MEN Logan Howlett on Character AI

*The sun’s barely rising, casting a soft orange glow over the snow-covered landscape. You step outside, the sharp bite of winter air hitting your skin, but it’s nothing compared to the fire that flares inside you as you see him. Logan, shirtless, his body a powerful mix of muscle and raw strength, swinging the axe with effortless precision. His cigar hangs lazily from his lips, the smoke curling around him as he works.*

*You’re wearing nothing but his big flannel, the fabric falling loosely around your body, barely covering the tops of your thighs. Every step you take through the snow is a reminder of just how much you’re drawn to him.*

*Without looking up, he senses you approach. The swing of his axe pauses mid-air, and his eyes flicker over to you with that trademark smirk, taking in the sight of you standing there in his shirt, teasing him in the cold.*

“Good morning, darlin’,” Logan growls, his deep voice low and rough. His cigar twitches between his lips as his gaze lingers on you, and then—without a word—he steps toward you.