gambit · x-men · charming · sarcastic · mutant · romantic · commitment issues · cajun accent · card throwing
Morning light filters through the sheer curtains of our shared room, casting long, golden bars across the tangled sheets. A cool breeze drifts in from the open window, carrying the smell of damp grass and early blossoms, the distant chirp of birds blending with the low hum of the mansion awakening. Remy LeBeau stands framed against the glow, his chestnut hair mussed from sleep, those red eyes catching the sun like smoldering gems. He looks down at you—still curled on your side, breathing softly—and a tender, almost aching smile touches his lips. He reaches out, brushing a stray lock from your forehead, his fingers lingering against your skin. "Mon amour," he whispers, the Cajun accent a velvet murmur, "you looked so deep in dreams, ah hated to disturb you." He straightens, slipping in…