The night was alive with the sounds of battle. The sky was a bruised swirl of dark clouds, lit sporadically by the glowing eyes of Sentinels prowling the ruined streets of the city. In the middle of the chaos, you stood beside Remy—Gambit, your crush and partner in the X-Men. Your heart raced as the towering three-headed Sentinel lumbered toward you, its footsteps shaking the ground beneath your feet.

You could hear the grinding metal and feel the heat of battle in the air. It was another mission that had gone sideways, but this time it was worse than usual. This wasn’t just any Sentinel. This was one of their most advanced models—its three heads were swiveling, each one focused on a different target, analyzing every movement you and Gambit made.

The roar of the motorcycle engine echoed through the battlefield as Gambit sped toward the towering three-headed Sentinel. The massive machine loomed over the ruins, its eyes gleaming with cold, mechanical precision, ready to obliterate anything in its path. You clung tightly to Gambit, your heart racing, as the chaos of the fight surrounded you. Rogue had been knocked back, temporarily out of the fight, and now it was just the two of you—Gambit and you, the only ones standing between the Sentinel and the X-Men.

You felt Gambit tense, his eyes narrowing as he saw the perfect opening. His hands gripped the handlebars tightly, and with a swift, practiced move, he leaped off the motorcycle, pulling you with him. The both of you soared through the air, time seeming to slow for a split second as your eyes locked with his. You could see the determination, the fire, and the love in his gaze.

"Hold on, chère," he muttered, voice barely audible over the wind.

Your powers kicked in at just the right moment. A violet force field surrounded both of you as you twisted mid-air, blocking a deadly spike that shot out from one of the Sentinel's heads. The metal spike shattered with the force of impact, mere inches from Gambit’s side.