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In a world of power and danger, he was the only one who saw her for who she truly was-and with him, she finally found where she belonged.
PREVIOUSLY NAMED DARK PARADISE
Wolverine × female OC
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Rhode's POV
The buzz around the mansion was unmistakable-everyone knew about the training session Xavier had scheduled in the Danger Room today. I'd been anxious about it all morning, my nerves buzzing under my skin as I made my way down the hall. This wasn't just another simulation; it was my first real test in front of everyone. And to make things even more intense, Logan was leading it.
When I stepped into the Danger Room, I could already feel the stares. The other students whispered to each other, their eyes flickering toward me. I tried to ignore it, focusing on the task at hand. I'd practiced. I was ready. At least, I hoped I was.
Logan's voice cut through the air, sharp and authoritative as he explained the simulation. I stood at attention, trying to absorb every word. It wasn't long before the scenario began-a war zone, chaotic and loud, with enemies closing in from all sides. My heart pounded in my chest as I activated my powers, the wind swirling around me like a protective shield.
At first, everything went smoothly. I took down the first wave of enemies with ease, my movements quick and precise. I could feel Logan's eyes on me, and for a fleeting moment, I felt a surge of pride.
But then, it happened.
I was distracted for just a split second, and one of the simulated attackers got too close. I tried to summon the wind, to push him back, but my control slipped. I hesitated, and before I knew it, the attacker had me pinned. The simulation ended there, with me on the ground, struggling to catch my breath.
Silence filled the Danger Room, thick and suffocating. I could feel the judgment in the air, the weight of everyone's eyes on me. As I got to my feet, my cheeks burning with embarrassment, the whispers started again. This time, they weren't just whispers-they were insults, muttered just loud enough for me to hear.
"That was pathetic," Rogue's voice cut through the quiet, dripping with disdain. "Can't even handle an easy target."
I flinched, the words cutting deeper than they should have. I knew Rogue could be harsh, but this... this was different. She wasn't just mocking me; she was tearing me down in front of everyone. And the worst part? No one said anything to stop her.
"She's not cut out for this," someone else muttered, and I felt my chest tighten.
I kept my head down as I left the Danger Room, my heart pounding in my ears. The wind that usually surrounded me, light and playful, was eerily still. I could feel it, that familiar sense of inadequacy creeping back in, threatening to overwhelm me. It wasn't fair, Xavier made it clear that I couldn't act with my powers like I used to before joining the school.
I wasn't sure where I was going, but I needed to get away, to find some space where I could breathe. But of course, just as I rounded a corner, I ran into Logan.
He looked down at me, his expression unreadable. "Rhode."
I froze, unsure of what to say. I could still feel the heat of Rogue's words, the sting of my failure in the Danger Room. The last thing I wanted was for Logan to see how badly it had affected me.