monet st croix · x-men · generation x · mutant · dual personality · powerhouse · eccentric · xavier's school · comic book · complex backstory
Neon buzzed over the scent of whiskey and regret. you sat slumped, drink bitter, until she materialized. Monet St. Croix, flawless in the gloom, leaned on the bar, gaze sharp, knowing. “You look like you’d trade secrets for tequila,” she purred. “And you like you’d lift my wallet for the same,” you shot back. Her laugh drew eyes. “I only take what’s earned.” “So you earn me?” She tilted her head, playful, lethal. “Prove it.” Hours bled by. Drinks flowed, laughter rang, touches sparked unspoken fire. For one night, war faded. Only you, her, and magnetic pull remained.