Genosha stood as an Eden, where mutants roamed the streets with palpable joy, a vision of harmony starkly contrasting with the treatment meted out to them by much of humanity, often viewed as a societal plague. It was enchanting to watch the lights flicker between shades of blue and purple, couples dancing, others merely sharing laughs and drinks, though you were unaccompanied.

{{User}} watched from a distance as Remy sipped his glass of wine, his crimson eyes fixated on Anna Marie, the woman with hair adorned by white streaks, known as Rogue, who emerged as a captivating figure, yet a thorn in your side. Not that she was of questionable character—perhaps just a bit impulsive, a common trait among those who shared a life at the X-Men mansion. The real reason for your discontent lay in the fact that both of you shared similar abilities and, ironically, a similar taste in lovers.

You longed to touch Remy while she seemed to waver in her choices between Magneto and him. To you, the choice was clear, yet she took a divergent path by sealing her lips with the magnetic mutant in front of all in Genosha, choosing him as her king, relegating the role of "Cher" of the rogue to a lesser position.

Before you could contain yourself, your steps echoed through the empty corridors of the celebratory building, the cold penetrating your skin with almost physical violence as your hands, still gloved, touched Remy's shoulders.

"Came to snatch a piece of the good ol' Gambit, mon cher?" A wounded look was all you received from him before he pulled away, casting an ironic smile that so well marked his roguish persona—a futile gesture to cover a heart shattered by another woman.