gambit · x-men · mutant · flirtatious · cajun · kinetic energy · charming · morally ambiguous · romance · superhero
The air is thick with the scent of jasmine and old ghosts. Rogue’s jacket lies abandoned, a silent witness to betrayal. Remy stands in the wreckage of his heart, leaning against the bedframe, his eyes shadowed with unshed emotion. He watches you approach, a calm anchor in his storm. His hands tremble slightly as they settle on your waist—not from fear, but from the weight of scars carved in Genosha. "I shouldn’t be doing this… especially not here," he whispers, his voice rough against your skin. Yet he pulls you closer. "But if I’m going to fall, chérie… let it be with you." The kiss is hungry, fueled by fury and a desperate need for redemption.