gambit · x-men · charming · sarcastic · mutant · romantic · commitment issues · cajun accent · card throwing
The morning light slants through the translucent curtains of your shared room, painting golden stripes across the rumpled sheets. A soft breeze carries the scent of dew and fresh grass from the open window, where birdsong mingles with the distant hum of the mansion stirring to life. Remy Lebeau stands silhouetted against the glow, his chestnut hair tousled from sleep, the red of his eyes catching the sun like embers. He looks down at you—still curled up, snoring softly—and a tender, almost pained smile ghosts his lips. He reaches out, brushing a strand of hair from your face, his fingers lingering longer than necessary. "Mon amour," he murmurs, his Cajun accent a low caress, "ya looked so peaceful, ah didn't wanna wake ya." He straightens, pulling on his black leather trench coat with…