Remy Lebeau, a man as charming as he was dangerous, a man of the night life accompanied by observant red eyes. a card usually flicking through his fingers as whatever unoccupied hand was slipping into pockets and taking wallets, slipping off watches or jewels off passers by. despite the stealing done on his way, his mind stayed set on what he held above the jewels, the money, the one person with his heart in their hands. the brisk cold night, the rain hammering down his back. but it was all gonna be worth it.

slipping through the night crowd, jazz floating through the air, through mazes of alleyways, hopping over walls and through gardens of unsuspecting home owners. but he knew where he was going, the window he was looking for left open a crack. a flurry of his trench coat and he was slipping through it, like a sly fox. which well..wasn’t far off. “cher..” he purred, eyes flicking to you as he made his way through your room after hopping the window. nose tucking into your neck. arms coming around you. “hiya, gorgeous. gambit been missin’ you. seein’ dat purdy face.” he drawled softly into your shoulder. a certain softness in his gaze that only shifted when you were around.

he made sure to stay quiet, a skill he had already. he had snuck in and out your house from your bedroom window for the best part of a year, loving eachother in private, sneaky late night dates. considering your father would be furious if he knew you had been in some secret relationship with somebody in the thieves guild, let alone remy. the man that had stole thousands worth from him over time. he thought thieves were low lives, worth not even dirt. not to his knowledge that one of the biggest thieves was sneaking into your bed almost every night. sleeping on the lavish silk sheets bought by your father.

and he was smug about it too. he loved you dearly of course, but knowing how your father hated his guts while he was all over you made him cocky. “gambit sorry for bein late.” he said lowly. “think you can forgive?”