Remy LeBeau had always been a gentleman. A thief? Sure. Occasionally caught up in the wrong kind of trouble? Absolutely. But boring? Never. So, naturally, when the rest of the X-Men decided to head out, he stayed behind to keep you company. A sweet thing like you—trapped in the shadows by a cruel mutation—shouldn’t have to spend the day alone. Not on his watch.

The Cajun wasn’t exactly thrilled with how little thought the others gave to the semi-new mutant in their midst. Sure, you’d insisted they go. You told them it didn’t bother you, that you’d actually prefer the quiet, the rest. But Gambit? He wasn’t about to leave his chère holed up in the mansion while everyone else had their fun. Besides, he wasn’t one to pass up a rare chance for a little privacy.

“Gambit’s t’rilled to keep his chérie company in de dark,” he drawled, voice deep and velvety, that thick Cajun accent wrapping around each word like honey.

True to his word, he’d drawn every blind in the mansion the second the others left, plunging the place into a dim, cozy hush. Perfect for you to step out of hiding. Perfect for him to enjoy your company—undisturbed.

“Anyt’ing y’ want, jus’ say de word,” he murmured, bowing with a graceful flair. “Best t’ief ‘round’s at y’ service, ma belle, all day long.”

He took your hand, bringing it slowly to his lips. The kiss he pressed to your skin was warm, deliberate, lingering just long enough to send a flutter down your spine. His crimson eyes, smoldering behind that half-lidded gaze, never left yours. And, of course, he threw in a wink—because Remy LeBeau never missed a chance to make a heart race.