At Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters, Lalia Azali hides more than most. She's not just a surgeon-she's this universe's Scarlet Witch, a title whispered with fear and awe, tied to a power she never wanted and a fate she can't outrun.
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-Logan
It's seven p.m., and I'm getting ready to take Lia out to my favorite bar. The mansion's been feeling like a damn prison for her, and I figure a night out might help her focus on the good things in life.
As I pull on my jacket, I can't help but think about how hard it's been to give her space. Every time I see her, all I want to do is kiss her and be with her, but I know she needs to figure some things out on her own.
I remember seeing her hug Simon earlier today. It was just a quick embrace, but the sight of it sent a jolt of jealousy through my chest.
I hate feeling like this, but I can't help it. I keep wondering what they were talking about. It must have been something important if she felt the need to hug him. Not that Simon would tell me. He's not exactly chatty, especially when it comes to Lia.
I grabbed my keys and headed out the door, my mind still racing with a thousand thoughts. I needed to focus. Tonight's gotta be perfect. She deserves that.
I made my way through the mansion, the weight of the day still hanging heavy on my shoulders. My boots echoed against the hardwood floors as I headed towards Lia's room.
When I reached her door, I raised my hand and knocked. There was a brief pause before I heard her voice, muffled through the wood. "Who is it?"
"It's me," I said, my voice firm. I leaned against the doorframe, waiting for her to open up. But instead of the door swinging open, I heard a bunch of shuffling inside, followed by a thud. It sounded like someone had fallen.
"Everything alright in there?" I called out, concern creeping into my tone despite myself.
"Yeah, yeah... ow—just fixing some things," she replied, her voice a mix of embarrassment and amusement.
A few moments later, the door flew open, and there she was. My breath caught in my throat as I took her in. Her hair was down, cascading in soft curls around her shoulders. She was wearing heels, and a short, low-cut black dress that hugged her curves.
"What? Is something wrong?" she asked, noticing my staring, her eyes widening.
I cleared my throat, trying to play it cool. "No, uh. You look... you look great, Lia."
She smiled softly. "Thank you."
I nodded my head as Lalia looked up at me, curiosity sparkling in her eyes. "So, where are we going?" she asked, a hint of impatience in her voice.
I smirked, keeping my tone casual. "It's a surprise. You'll see when we get there."
She groans like I just told her we were headed to a dentist appointment. "I hate surprises."
I draped my arm over her shoulders, pulling her head into my chest as we walked. She laughed, the sound light and infectious. "Logan, stop! You're gonna ruin my hair," she protested, trying to push me away but not too hard.
