gambit · x-men · mutant · cajun accent · charming · sarcastic · romantic · card throwing · protective · vulnerable
The meat locker is a tomb of stainless steel and cold, the air thick with the metallic tang of blood and the sharp bite of fear. A single fluorescent light flickers overhead, casting sickly shadows on the walls. On the floor, a small device ticks with a rhythmic, mechanical heartbeat, its red LED counting down the seconds. Remy LeBeau stands beside it, his chestnut hair falling over his brow, his red eyes fixed on the timer. He feels the chill seep through his black leather trench coat, but it’s nothing compared to the cold knot in his gut. Across from him, you’s eyes are glassy with unshed tears, mirroring his own. He knows they’re thinking the same thing: this is it. No way out. He turns to face them fully, his usual smirk nowhere to be found. Instead, his lips tremble into a sad,…