Lover Boy (mlm wolverinexmalereader)

Prologue

This is a love story, and like all good love stories, we have to start at the beginning. Let us set the scene.

The room is dark, light enough that you could see your hand if you brought it really close to your face, but dark enough that you can't quite make out faces. A faint dripping noise can be heard somewhere in the distance, it's quite irritating. And you, the main character, the protagonist, the most important perspective; sit, restrained in a chair in the center of the room, sweaty and dirty, and in no state to meet your love interest. And yet, the main character really has no say in that, now does he? Anyway, there you are, alone and afraid.

Footsteps can be heard, your heart races because you know what comes next. A hero is supposed to swoop in and save you, grab you in his strong arms and carry you to safety. Except, that doesn't really happen, because no one knows where you are, and no one knows who you are. You're just a character, no one even knows your name. You're not important yet, but you will be, just you wait.

***

You struggle against your restraints, letting out a frustrated sigh. A man, the one holding you hostage, flips a switch, and light temporarily blinds you. After you adjust, you look around. You're in the same room you've been in since you got here, empty and bare, a cellar.

"Hello y/n," the man is unnaturally tall, with a receding, no, running, hairline, and quite frankly, he's pretty ugly. This makes you smile a little.

"What do you want, bastard?" You spit on the ground, smirking.

He frowns a little, walking over to you slowly.

"Did no one teach you manners? It's a shame you're so... vulgar, you would have made a pretty husband," the man sighs, cracking his knuckles. You begin to laugh, your face turning red from amusement. The man frowns even more. Suddenly, red hot pain tears through you as he swings a hard punch to your cheek. You spit out blood, cursing.

"Asshole" you mumble.

"What did you just say to me?!" The man roars.

"I said," you pause, grinning  "asshole!" You let your instinct take over, you're body heating up enough to melt your restraints off. The man's eyes widen, and he scowls.

"Fucking mutant freak!" He stammers. You stand, stretching your muscles.

"Thanks for the visit, but I think I've overstayed my welcome." You smirk, walking by him. He lets out a grunt, trying to grab you, but your bare arm instantly burns his hand, and he hisses, jumping back. Oh, did I forget to mention? Your butt naked. You roll your eyes as you stroll up the stairs, opening the door and walking through the old abandoned house. As you walk out the door, a few of the man's henchmen yell, attempting to run at you, but you raise your hand, and their eyes suddenly begin to melt out of their heads. As they scream in agony, you giggle, skipping towards the road, turning to see the man stomping after you, nursing his burnt hand. You stop, a grin on your face.

"You get back here!" He yells. You look him in the eyes. He suddenly peels over, all the water in his brain suddenly coming to a boil, and you watch with glee as his head explodes, bits of brain and hair flying everywhere. You grunt, attempting to wipe blood off your bare skin, returning to your stroll down the road.