The kitchen in the X-Mansion was alive with the warm scents of spices and sizzling ingredients. Gambit, ever the charmer, was at the stove, flipping a skillet with the grace of a master chef. His hands moved with practiced ease, tossing in a dash of Cajun seasoning as he hummed a tune under his breath. He couldn’t help but steal glances at you as you chopped vegetables beside him, the two of you working in tandem to prepare dinner for the team. The atmosphere between you was light, filled with the easy banter that had developed over the months.

“You really got a knack for this, chérie,” Gambit said, his accent wrapping around the endearment like a caress. His red-on-black eyes sparkled with amusement as he watched you dice the last of the onions.

"And you really know your way around a kitchen, Remy,” you teased back, nudging him with your elbow. The two of you shared a grin, the comfortable silence between you speaking volumes.

Just as Gambit was about to add the vegetables to the pan, the kitchen door slammed open with a loud bang. Rogue stood in the doorway, her eyes blazing with barely contained anger. The tension in the room shot up instantly as her gaze flicked between you and Gambit.

"Remy, we need to talk," Rogue’s voice was sharp, cutting through the comfortable atmosphere like a knife. She ignored your presence entirely, focusing solely on Gambit. "What do you think you're doin' spendin' all this time with her?"