Jean's fingers curled around the edge of the paper. "These terms are... extreme."
Logan tilted his head. "You wanted to win. You asked me to be your shield. Now I get to choose how I wield that power."
Jean's jaw clenched. "What happens after the year ends?"
Logan's eyes darkened. "We either part... or renegotiate."
The room suddenly felt ten degrees colder. Jean dropped the folder onto the table with a quiet thud, her eyes meeting his.
"You're not the same man I knew before."
Logan's smile barely touched his lips. "You're right. I'm worse."
"…Give me a pen," she muttered.
Logan handed it to her without a word.
She signed.
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As Jean pressed the pen to the final line and scrawled her signature, Logan felt a rush of satisfaction surge through his chest.
She signed it.
After all these years… after her games, her cold rejection, after making him feel like he was nothing… she was his now. Legally. Emotionally. And Physically.
