Hi!!! Can You Write Something Else For Dad!Logan With Laura? Maybe Something Where They Meet Reader (maybe

Hi!!! Can you write something else for dad!Logan with Laura? Maybe something where they meet reader (maybe she works at the library, or she’s a school teacher, or even the waitress at a restaurant, or they run into her at the park) and Laura sees her dad with the woman and instantly KNOWS they click 💕

The Library Smile

Summary:Logan meets a kind librarian, and his daughter Laura quickly senses a connection, urging him to pursue it.

Logan and Laura step into the small, cozy library on a Sunday afternoon, the kind of place where time seems to slow down. Sunlight streams through the high windows, casting golden pools of light on the well-worn carpet. The air is thick with the comforting scent of old pages and coffee from a little café tucked in the back corner.

Logan rarely visits places like this—too quiet, too exposed, too many windows. But he promised Laura an afternoon of peace, and she had insisted on the library. He watches her dart toward the graphic novels, her eyes alight with excitement, and feels a twinge of pride. For someone so young, she’s seen too much, experienced too much—but here, in this sanctuary of stories, she can just be a kid.

As Logan trails after her, trying to stay out of people’s way, he catches sight of you. You’re standing on a small step stool, stretching up to reach a top shelf, a few books in your arms. Your face is bright with concentration, eyes narrowed slightly in focus, and there's a small, unguarded smile on your lips as if the world outside the library walls doesn’t exist.

He watches for a moment longer than he should, something inside him shifting. Your hair falls loose around your face, and when you finally manage to place the book in its rightful spot, you step back down, satisfied. You catch his gaze and offer a warm, friendly smile that makes Logan’s heart do something strange—a little flip he hasn’t felt in years. He nods back, caught off guard, and quickly looks away, but not before you see a hint of something softer in his eyes.

Laura, ever observant, sees it all. She’s young, but she knows her dad better than most. She’s seen his smiles before, but this one is different—it’s small, a little awkward, but real. She watches how he keeps glancing at you, like he’s curious, like he doesn’t quite know what to do with himself in this quiet place.

She tugs at Logan’s sleeve, pulling him out of his thoughts. “Dad,” she whispers, eyes gleaming with mischief, “why don’t you go talk to her?”

Logan frowns, a bit thrown by her directness. “What are you talkin’ about, kid?” he grumbles, though there’s no bite in his words.

“She’s nice,” Laura insists, shrugging as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “And you’re smiling. You don’t smile like that for just anyone.”

Logan looks back at you, a bit embarrassed, but there’s no denying the pull he feels. “Yeah, maybe,” he mutters, trying to play it cool, but Laura sees right through him.

“C’mon,” she urges, nudging him again. “Just ask her something. You always say to be brave, right?”

Logan chuckles softly, realizing he’s been cornered by his own advice. “Alright, kid, alright,” he concedes, ruffling her hair. “But if this goes south, it’s on you.”

Laura just grins, watching him take a deep breath like he’s about to face down a dozen Sentinels, not just talk to a woman in a library. He approaches you, clearing his throat, his hands shoved deep in his jacket pockets.

“Hey,” he says, and his voice comes out a bit rougher than he intended. “Uh, my kid and I… we’re lookin’ for some books. For her, mostly.” He stumbles over his words, not quite sure where to start. “Maybe you could help us find something… good?”

You look up from your stack of books, your smile brightening when you see him standing there, trying hard not to look as awkward as he feels. “Of course! I’d be happy to help,” you reply warmly. “What does she like to read?”

Logan hesitates, scratching the back of his neck, suddenly aware of how little he knows about the details of books. “Uh, she’s into graphic novels,” he says. “And, y’know… adventure stuff. Stuff with a lot of heart.”

You nod, your smile never wavering. “I think I have just the thing.” You lead him to a different section, glancing over your shoulder to see if he’s following. He is, eyes focused on you in a way that makes your cheeks warm.

Laura watches this from behind a nearby bookshelf, trying to look busy flipping through her comics but grinning ear to ear. She notices the way Logan’s stance softens, how his shoulders lose a bit of their usual tension, and how he’s leaning in just slightly, listening to every word you say.

As you hand Logan a book, your fingers brush for just a second. It’s nothing, a small accidental touch, but to him, it feels like a spark. He clears his throat again, this time softer, almost shy. “Thanks,” he says, holding the book, but his eyes are still on you.

“No problem,” you reply, noticing the way he looks at you, as if he’s trying to memorize your face. “It’s nice… seeing a dad and daughter spending time like this.”

Logan’s face softens even more, and there’s a look of vulnerability there, something rare, something you don’t often see in a man like him. “Yeah,” he murmurs, his voice lower, more sincere. “She means the world to me.”

You nod, touched by the honesty in his words. “I can see that,” you say gently. “You’re doing a great job.”

For a moment, there’s a comfortable silence, a quiet understanding that seems to settle between you. Logan feels like he could stay in this moment just a little longer, basking in the warmth of your smile, the softness of your voice.

Laura can’t help but feel a sense of triumph. She doesn’t know exactly what’s happening, but she knows it’s good—better than good. Her dad deserves this, deserves someone who can make him feel human, make him smile.

Logan finally steps back, holding the book you’ve given him like it’s something precious. “Thanks again,” he says, his voice softer, more genuine than before. “Maybe… maybe we’ll see you around?”

You smile, and there’s a hint of something hopeful in your eyes. “I’d like that,” you reply.

As Logan walks back to Laura, she beams up at him. “So?” she asks, trying to sound casual, but failing.

Logan shakes his head, a small smile still on his lips. “So… maybe you were right, kid,” he admits, ruffling her hair. “Maybe.”

Laura grins, feeling like she just won the lottery. “Told you,” she says, satisfied.

And as they leave the library, Logan glances back over his shoulder, one last time, catching your eye again. There’s a small wave, a shared smile, and something new blooming between you—something fragile, but undeniably real.

And for the first time in a long time, Logan feels like maybe, just maybe, there’s room for a little more light in his life.

Request are WIDE OPEN! Feel free to ask for Almost anything!

“Bully” 18+

(I’ve clearly put no thought into the title but oh well🤷🏽‍♀️).

Logan's eyes twinkled with a mix of mischief and devotion as he pulled Lilly closer, their bodies pressing together on the soft bed. The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting gentle shadows on the walls.

He trailed kisses along Lilly's jawline, moving slowly, savoring every inch of her skin. His hands roamed gently, yet possessively, over her back, drawing shivers in her wake.

"You know," Logan murmured against her ear, his voice a low rumble, "I've been thinking about this all day."

Lilly's breath hitched, anticipation curling in her stomach. Logan's lips found hers in a slow, languid kiss that spoke of his growing desire. He pulled back slightly, his eyes meeting hers with an intensity that made her heart race.

"Lie back for me," he whispered, his tone soft but commanding. There was no room for argument, not that Lilly wanted to.

As she settled back onto the pillows, Logan's gaze never left hers. He took his time, kissing a path down her neck, pausing at her collarbone to nibble gently.

Lilly's fingers tangled in his hair, urging him on, but he was in no hurry.

When he reached the hem of her shirt, he paused, his fingers brushing the fabric. "May I?" he asked, his voice husky.

With a nod of permission, Logan slowly removed the garment, his eyes darkening with desire as more of Lilly's skin was revealed. He kissed lower, his lips and tongue tracing patterns that made her skin tingle and her breathing uneven.

He paused just above the waistband of her pants, looking up with a playful grin. "I love making you feel good," he said softly, his fingers already working to undo the button.

With Lilly's pants now discarded, Logan positioned himself between her legs, his hands caressing her thighs with a reverence that made her heart swell. He leaned in, pressing a kiss just above her knee, then another, slowly working his way higher.

The anticipation built with each kiss, each touch, until finally, he reached his destination. His eyes met hers once more, a promise of pleasure in his gaze.

"You like this, don't you?" he teased, his breath hot against her skin. "My little slut."

Lilly's heart pounded, a flush spreading across her cheeks at his words. Logan smirked, clearly enjoying her reaction. "Yeah, you love it," he continued, his voice a low growl. "And I love making you feel this way."

As he began to pleasure Lilly, her body reacted immediately, a flood of wetness betraying her arousal.

She felt a surge of embarrassment, her cheeks burning, but Logan only chuckled, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

"So wet for me already," he murmured against her skin. "Don't be embarrassed. It just shows how much you need this."

His touch was relentless, each movement calculated to drive her wild. Lilly couldn't help the noises escaping her lips-soft moans that grew louder with each passing moment. The embarrassment faded, replaced by a building wave of pleasure that threatened to overwhelm her. Logan's hands and mouth worked together in perfect harmony, pushing her closer and closer to the edge.

Her body quivered with each climax, her moans turning into desperate cries of pleasure. By the fifth climax, her leg began to shake uncontrollably, a visible sign of her body's surrender to the overwhelming sensations. Logan's mouth and hands didn't relent, continuing to drive her higher and higher.

Lilly's eyes rolled back into her head, her entire body tensing as she reached another peak. Tears streamed down her cheeks from the intensity of the pleasure, her cries echoing in the room.

By the time Logan was done, she was a crying mess, her leg still twitching, and her body limp from the intensity. He moved up to kiss away her tears, his expression softening with affection.

"You're amazing," he whispered, holding her close.

"You did so well."

Need Logan to bully my clit until I’m crying

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The Quiet Shift

Summary:Riley becomes quiet after overhearing complaints. The X-Men apologize, and she gradually opens up again.

Riley’s laughter echoed through the X-Mansion as she animatedly recounted a humorous incident from her day. Her vibrant energy was a staple of daily life, filling the mansion with a sense of joy and camaraderie. She loved being the source of light-heartedness for her teammates.

That evening, as Riley prepared a late-night snack, she overheard a conversation from the next room. Curious, she edged closer and caught snippets of the discussion.

“I just feel like she never stops talking,” Logan’s voice was laced with irritation. “It can be a lot sometimes.”

Jean added, “It’s like she’s always on, and it’s hard to get any peace and quiet.”

Storm’s calm tone held a hint of exasperation. “Her cheerfulness is great, but it can be overwhelming.”

The words hit Riley hard. She hadn’t realized her constant talking might be a burden. Feeling a sharp pang of hurt, she retreated to her room, her mind racing with the sting of their comments.

Over the next few weeks, Riley’s vibrant personality began to dim. Her conversations grew quieter and more infrequent. Instead of her usual lively anecdotes, she offered brief, unenthusiastic responses. Her friends noticed the change but attributed it to temporary stress or personal issues.

Kitty and Rogue observed the shift and mentioned it in passing. “Ri’s been a bit off lately,” Kitty remarked. “Maybe she’s just going through something.”

Rogue agreed. “Yeah, she’s been quieter. Could be nothing.”

Jean and Logan, focused on their own concerns, didn’t pay it much mind. They assumed Riley would snap back to her old self eventually.

The gradual change continued. Riley’s silence became more pronounced. She attended meals and group activities but remained distant. Her lack of engagement was subtle but noticeable, and while the team saw it, they didn’t immediately connect it to anything deeper.

One evening, during a team discussion, Logan attempted to draw Riley out. “Hey, Ri, any new stories or jokes tonight?”

Riley offered a small, distant smile. “Not tonight, Logan. Maybe another time.”

Logan and the others exchanged glances, unsure of what to make of her response. The shift was palpable but didn’t immediately raise alarms. They assumed it was just a phase.

The situation came to a head during a particularly challenging mission. Riley’s performance was subdued, and her usual energy was missing. The team’s concern grew as they noticed her struggle, both in her contributions and her overall demeanor.

Kitty and Rogue decided it was time to address the issue directly. “Something’s definitely wrong,” Kitty said. “We need to talk to Ri and find out what’s going on.”

Rogue nodded. “Yeah, let’s see if we can get her to open up.”

Jean and Logan took their cue and approached Riley. “Ri, we’ve noticed you’ve been really quiet lately,” Logan said, his voice gentle but concerned. “Is everything okay?”

Riley looked up, her eyes betraying the hurt she had been trying to hide. “I overheard you talking about me. About how I talk too much and how it’s overwhelming.”

The X-Men were struck by the realization. They hadn’t intended to hurt her, but the impact of their words was clear. Jean reached out, her voice soft. “We didn’t mean to make you feel this way. We’re really sorry.”

Riley nodded, tears welling in her eyes. “I just needed some time to process it.”

The team, now understanding the root of Riley’s change, worked to support her and reconnect with her. Over time, Riley’s laughter and energy began to return, and the team’s efforts helped to bridge the gap that had formed.

Growing Pains

Summary: On a mission gone wrong, Rogue is transformed into a five-year-old girl. Logan, stepping into an unexpected role, must care for her until a cure can be found, forging a bond that will forever change their relationship.

The mission had been straightforward—or at least it was supposed to be. Infiltrate the lab, shut it down, and get out. But Logan knew better than to trust “straightforward” when it came to their line of work. He and Rogue had been paired up for this one, her powers making her a perfect counterbalance to his ferocity. They worked well together, two forces of nature who understood the danger and the stakes.

But nothing could have prepared Logan for what happened next.

They had been moving through the labyrinthine corridors of the underground lab, the faint hum of machinery all around them. Rogue was beside him, her gloved hands ready to absorb whatever threat came their way. The tension in the air was palpable, every shadow a potential enemy.

Then they found the heart of the lab—a large, sterile room filled with advanced technology that Logan couldn’t even begin to understand. At the center of it all was a scientist, his back turned to them, frantically working at a console.

Logan acted on instinct, charging forward with a growl. But the scientist was ready. He slammed his hand down on a button, and the room was suddenly flooded with an intense, blinding light. Logan’s senses went haywire, his claws still extended as he tried to reach Rogue.

“Rogue!” he shouted, but his voice was swallowed by the light.

Then, just as suddenly, it was over. The light faded, and Logan blinked away the spots in his vision. The lab was silent. Too silent.

He looked around frantically for Rogue, his heart pounding in his chest. Then he saw her—only it wasn’t her. Not exactly.

A little girl, no older than five, sat on the floor where Rogue had been. She had auburn hair that was wild and tangled, and her big, green eyes were filled with tears. Logan’s breath caught in his throat as he realized what had happened.

“Rogue?” he asked, his voice low and rough, hoping against hope that he was wrong.

The little girl looked up at him, sniffling. “L-Logan?” she whimpered, her voice small and scared.

Logan felt like the ground had dropped out from under him. Somehow, that bastard scientist had turned Rogue into a child. He didn’t know how, and right now, he didn’t care. All that mattered was getting her out of here and figuring out how to fix this.

“Don’t worry, kid,” Logan said, forcing his voice to stay steady. “I’m here. I’m gonna get you outta here.”

He scooped her up into his arms, and she immediately clung to him, her small hands gripping his jacket like a lifeline. She was so light, so vulnerable, and it made something deep inside Logan twist painfully. He had always been protective of Rogue, but this was different. This was like someone had taken his fierce, independent teammate and replaced her with something fragile and scared.

He made it out of the lab and back to the Blackbird in record time, his thoughts racing. He radioed ahead to the mansion, his voice urgent as he spoke to Beast.

“Hank, we got a situation. Rogue’s been hit by some kind of device—turned her into a kid. I’m bringing her back. Get the medbay ready.”

“Understood, Logan. We’ll be ready when you arrive,” Beast’s voice crackled through the communicator, calm and professional, but Logan could hear the concern beneath the surface.

The flight back to the mansion was silent, Rogue curled up against Logan’s chest. She had stopped crying, but her small body trembled with fear. Logan didn’t say anything, just held her close, his mind churning with thoughts he couldn’t begin to untangle.

When they finally landed, the team was waiting for them, anxiety etched into every face. Beast rushed forward, his blue-furred face serious as he reached out to take Rogue.

“We need to run some tests, Logan. This might be reversible, but we need to understand what we’re dealing with,” Beast said gently, trying to take Rogue from Logan’s arms.

But the moment Beast touched her, Rogue panicked. She let out a frightened cry and buried her face in Logan’s chest, clutching him even tighter. “No! Don’t leave me, Daddy!”

The words stopped everyone in their tracks. Logan felt his heart skip a beat, and for a moment, he didn’t know how to respond. Daddy. The word echoed in his mind, a strange mix of emotions flooding through him. He wasn’t her father, and she knew that. But right now, she wasn’t thinking straight. She was scared and confused, and he was the only thing that felt safe to her.

“It’s okay, kid,” Logan said softly, rubbing her back with one large, calloused hand. “I’m not going anywhere. I promise.”

Beast hesitated, then nodded, stepping back. “We’ll give you some time to get her settled, Logan. When she’s ready, we’ll start the tests.”

Logan nodded in return, grateful for Beast’s understanding. He carried Rogue inside, the rest of the team watching with a mix of sympathy and concern. He didn’t stop until he reached his own room, pushing the door open with his shoulder and stepping inside.

“Let’s get you settled, okay?” Logan murmured as he gently set her down on the bed. But as soon as he tried to pull away, Rogue grabbed his hand, her eyes wide with fear.

“Please don’t leave me, Daddy,” she whispered, her voice trembling.

Logan swallowed hard, feeling a tightness in his chest that he couldn’t quite explain. He wasn’t cut out for this—caring for a kid, especially not one who had been a grown woman just hours ago. But he couldn’t deny the look in her eyes, the way she seemed so small and helpless.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he said, sitting down beside her on the bed. He pulled off his boots and jacket, then lay down next to her, keeping a safe distance but close enough that she could still hold onto him.

Rogue immediately curled up against his side, her small body fitting perfectly into the curve of his arm. Logan hesitated, then wrapped his arm around her, holding her close. She let out a small sigh and closed her eyes, exhaustion finally catching up with her.

Logan lay there, staring up at the ceiling, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts. This was temporary. It had to be. But until they found a way to fix this, he was all she had. And right now, she needed him.

The days turned into weeks, and Logan quickly fell into a routine he never thought he’d experience. Taking care of Rogue—no, taking care of a five-year-old Rogue—was a challenge like no other. She was still Rogue, still had that spark in her eyes and that stubborn streak a mile wide, but she was also a scared little girl who clung to him like a lifeline.

She called him “Daddy” every day now, and every time she did, Logan felt a strange mix of warmth and confusion. It was weird, but he couldn’t bring himself to correct her. If it helped her feel safe, he could deal with it.

Mornings started with breakfast, where Logan quickly learned that Rogue had a sweet tooth. Pancakes became a regular staple, and he found himself learning how to make them from scratch just to see her smile. Then came the playtime, where she’d drag him into games of hide and seek or ask him to read her stories. Logan had never read so many children’s books in his life, but the way her eyes lit up made it worth it.

Nights were the hardest. Rogue had nightmares almost every night, waking up in a cold sweat and crying for him. Logan would hold her close, whispering that she was safe, that he was there, until she calmed down and fell back asleep. He didn’t sleep much himself, always on edge, always worrying about her.

The X-Men did what they could to help, but it was clear that Rogue only wanted Logan. Even Jean and Ororo, who had always been close to her, couldn’t get through the wall of fear and confusion that kept her glued to Logan’s side.

Weeks turned into months, and still, there was no sign of a cure. Beast worked tirelessly, but the process was slow, and each day felt like a year. Logan found himself growing more attached to the little girl Rogue had become, even as he longed for the day she’d be back to her old self.

One night, after another nightmare, Rogue clung to Logan, her small hands gripping his shirt as she buried her face in his chest. “Daddy, will I ever be big again?” she asked, her voice muffled against him.

Logan felt his heart clench. He didn’t know what to say, didn’t know how to promise her something he wasn’t sure of. But he couldn’t let her down. Not now.

“Yeah, kid. We’ll figure it out. I promise,” he said softly, stroking her hair.

She sniffled, looking up at him with those big green eyes. “But…you’ll still be my daddy, right? Even when I’m big again?”

Logan hesitated, the weight of her words pressing down on him. She was scared of losing this connection, scared of losing him. And he realized, with a pang of surprise, that he didn’t want to lose it either.

Clicker Connection

Summary:

Lily playfully uses a clicker to reward Logan for his endearing actions.

“Hey, Logan,” she said, nudging him with her elbow. “What if we tried clicker training on you?”

Logan raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Clicker training? What am I, a dog?”

“No, of course not!” Kara laughed, her eyes dancing with amusement. “But it could be fun. You know, like a game.”

Logan chuckled, shaking his head. “Alright, kid. If it makes you happy, I’ll play along.”

The next day, Kara bought a small clicker from the pet store. She spent the afternoon coming up with a list of behaviors she wanted to reinforce, ranging from simple things like helping with household chores to more playful tasks like giving her a kiss whenever she clicked.

The next day, Kara bought a small clicker from the pet store. She spent the afternoon coming up with a list of behaviors she wanted to reinforce, ranging from simple things like helping with household chores to more playful tasks like giving her a kiss whenever she clicked.

Logan glanced over the list, his smirk growing. “What’s the reward?”

Kara leaned in, her lips brushing his ear as she whispered, “You’ll see.”

Over the next few days, Kara clicked the clicker whenever Logan did something she wanted to reinforce. At first, Logan found it amusing and played along, enjoying the laughter it brought to their home. But as time went on, he began to appreciate the little moments of affection and the playful dynamic it added to their relationship.

One evening, after Logan had fixed the leaky kitchen faucet, Kara clicked the clicker and pulled him into a deep kiss. When they broke apart, Logan’s eyes twinkled with amusement. “I could get used to this.”

Kara grinned, her heart swelling with love for the man who indulged her silly whims. “See? Clicker training isn’t so bad, is it?”

Logan chuckled, wrapping his arms around her. “As long as it keeps you smiling, I’ll play along with whatever crazy idea you come up with.”

Kara clicked the clicker one last time, sealing their playful agreement with a kiss. In that moment, they both knew that it wasn’t about the training or the rewards, but about the joy they found in each other’s company and the love that made every game worth playing.

"Hearts Entwined and Torn" Pt1

Summary:

Amber’s stable relationship with Logan is shaken when she discovers a troubling scene between him and Jean Grey. The revelation causes a rift within the X-Mansion, leading to a tense breakfast and emotional fallout. As Amber and Logan navigate their fractured bond, they must also manage their roles within the team, facing the challenge of reconciling their personal turmoil with their superhero duties.

Amber had been dating Logan, also known as Wolverine, for three years. Their relationship was fiery and passionate, a balance of intensity and tenderness. Amber, a mutant with the ability to manipulate energy fields, had found a home and a partner in the X-Men compound.

One day, after a grueling workout at the compound’s gym, Amber was drenched in sweat and feeling invigorated. She wiped her face with a towel and decided to head to the showers. As she passed by the training room, she heard muffled voices. Curiosity got the better of her, and she peered through the slightly ajar door.

Her heart sank as she saw Logan and Jean Grey standing close together, faces mere inches apart. Jean’s hand was on Logan’s chest, and they were looking into each other’s eyes with an intensity that Amber had never seen before.

“What the hell is going on here?” Amber’s voice rang out, slicing through the tension-filled room.

Logan and Jean sprang apart as if caught in a forbidden act. Logan’s rugged face was a mix of frustration and guilt, while Jean looked genuinely remorseful.

“Amber, wait, it’s not what you think,” Logan started, his voice gruff yet pleading.

Amber’s eyes blazed with anger. “Not what I think? Really, Logan? Because it looks like you were about to betray me with her.”

Jean stepped forward, her expression pained. “Amber, I’m so sorry. Logan and I… we have a complicated history.”

“Complicated history? So you decided to ruin what we have?” Amber’s voice shook with a mix of hurt and fury.

Logan tried to reach for Amber, but she stepped back. “Amber, please, listen to me. Jean and I… there’s always been something between us. I can’t deny that.”

Amber’s eyes filled with tears, but she stood her ground. “So what? You’re just going to throw away three years for something with her?”

“It’s not just something,” Logan replied, his voice low and strained. “Jean and I… we’ve always had a connection.”

Amber’s heart felt like it was shattering, but she refused to let Logan see her break. “So that’s it? You’re choosing her over me?”

Jean tried to intervene, her telepathic touch brushing against Amber’s mind. “Amber, please, this isn’t how I wanted things to happen.”

Amber recoiled, strengthening her mental barriers. “Stay out of my head, Jean. You’ve done enough.”

Logan stepped closer, desperation in his eyes. “Amber, don’t walk away. Let’s talk about this.”

“Talk about what? How you’ve been emotionally cheating on me?” Amber’s voice was ice cold. “I thought you were different, Logan. I thought you were mine.”

“I never meant to hurt you,” Logan said, his voice breaking slightly.

Amber took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. “If you want to be with Jean, then be with her. But don’t expect me to stick around and watch.”

With that, Amber turned and walked away, her heart heavy with betrayal. She didn’t look back, even though she could feel Logan’s eyes on her, and the silent plea from Jean.

As she made her way back to her quarters, Amber knew she needed to decide her next move. Trust once broken was hard to mend, and she wasn’t sure if their relationship could ever recover from this.

But one thing was clear: Amber wasn’t going to be anyone’s second choice.