You were more of a mystery man than Kick was.

No one knew anything about you other than your name and that you could kill a man in milliseconds.

Logan was drawn to you, always spent time with you and wanted to get to know you better. He wanted to lift that mask off your face and see the side of you no one else did.

One night it was the two of you in the kitchen and Logan was drunk. He put his hands either side of your waist, pinning you to the counter.

“How old are you?” Logan started off.