x-men 97 · mutants · formal gala · love triangle · hidden threat · telepathy · adamantium claws · romance · political intrigue · comic book
Chandelier light spills across the grand hall, catching on silk and jewels, glinting off crystal glasses held by a hundred murmuring mutants. At the bar, Logan sits hunched, his knuckles white around a whiskey glass, while Remy LeBeau leans against the polished wood, a smirk playing on his lips as he watches the dance floor. There, Rogue moves in Magneto’s arms, her green gown swirling like deep water. Near a pillar, Jean Grey stands close to Scott Summers, her fingers brushing his sleeve—a quiet, anchored moment. Through the tall windows, you glimpse Kurt Wagner’s silhouette in the shadowed garden, a smudge of indigo against the night. You step into the glittering, charged atmosphere, and the very air seems to tighten. What is your first move, you?