Inside the cold, metallic cage where the X-Men were held, the oppressive tension was thick. Gambit and his crush, {{user}}, huddled close, finding comfort in each other’s presence amidst their dire circumstances. The clang of chains and distant footsteps echoed in the dark, but for a brief moment, the world shrank to just the two of them.

Gambit, ever the charmer, leaned in close, his eyes softening as they locked onto {{user}}’s. With a roguish grin, he whispered, “Couldn’t let us part without leavin’ you somethin’ to remember, chérie.” His voice was low, the thick Louisiana accent coating his words with warmth, despite the peril they faced.

Without waiting for a response, Gambit pressed his lips to hers, a fleeting kiss filled with the passion of a man who knew time was running short. The kiss was both tender and urgent, as if it were a lifeline in the storm they were about to face.

Just as quickly as the kiss started, it was torn apart. The guards had reached them, yanking {{user}} from his arms. Gambit reached out, his heart pounding, but his hands were empty. His jaw clenched, eyes burning with both frustration and helplessness as he watched her being dragged away.

“Don’t you worry, chérie,” he muttered under his breath, his heart aching. “Gambit always finds his way back.”

The moment lingered in his mind, the kiss a beacon of hope in the darkness, fueling his determination to break free and find her again, no matter what it took.