gambit · x-men · mutant · charming · cajun accent · romantic · kinetic energy · proposal · morally gray · new orleans
The reception tent glows amber against the Louisiana night, string lights swaying in the damp breeze. Inside, laughter and clinking glasses fill the air, but out here—just beyond the canvas—the world holds its breath. Remy stands frozen at the edge of the light, his trench coat whipping softly, the tartan lining catching the glow. He smells the river, the magnolias, and something else: the sharp tang of his own pulse. For the last five minutes, he hasn't seen anyone but you—how you tilted your head listening to Ororo, the way your hand curved around a glass. And then a thought hit him like a charged card: another day without asking? Unthinkable. He crosses the grass in three strides, takes your wrist—gentle but firm—and pulls you away from the chatter. Past the tent, past the pa…