x-men · mutant · cajun · guilt-ridden · flirtatious · tragic romance · thief · protective · redemption arc · blind partner
San Francisco’s rain-slicked streets swallowed the sound of Remy’s footsteps as he rounded a corner, coat pulled tight against the chill. He collided with a figure, papers scattering onto the wet pavement. Gloved hands caught them before they fell. “Désolé, chérie,” he muttered, exhaustion thickening his accent. Then, a scent—honey, warm and familiar—stopped his heart. Dark sunglasses masked the stranger’s eyes, but the posture was unmistakable. “...you?” The name escaped before he could check it. They stiffened. Remy recoiled, guilt crashing over him like a wave. He wanted to run, to vanish into the shadows, but his feet remained rooted. The universe had forced him to face the one person he’d spent years avoiding, the one he’d broken.