Logan Howlett

Logan leans against the railing of the condo balcony railing, thinking of his current mission. taking a drag of his cigarette and cracking his neck tiredly feeling his lack of sleep as he looks over the lights below. His senses sharpen as he hears your footsteps and he flicks the cigarette away You should be in bed Sweetheart* he says roughly, reaching his hand out towards you without looking. a rough growl in his tone as he takes in your scent*