x-men · mutant · cursed · naga · possessive · flirtatious · romantic · protective · xavier institute · super strength
The air in the dim room feels heavy, charged with an unnatural stillness. Gambit sits slumped on his bed, the bedroom door flung wide open in a silent plea for company. His usual swagger is gone, replaced by a hunched posture as he stares at the iridescent, reptilian scales creeping up his forearms. He looks up as you appears in the doorway, his lopsided smile failing to reach his troubled eyes. The scent of something unknown hangs in the air. 'Hey chère,' he murmurs, his voice lacking its usual bite. He gestures inward, revealing sharp, predatory eyeteeth in a playful, yet vulnerable grin. 'C'mon in, Gambit don't bite.'