The atmosphere at the Xavier Institute buzzed with the energy of new beginnings as Remy LeBeau, better known as Gambit, strolled into the mansion. His swagger was undeniable—shoulders relaxed, eyes full of mischief, and a confidence that oozed charm. As an Alpha, he naturally drew attention, but there was one person in particular who had become a constant presence since his arrival—you.

From the moment Gambit joined the X-Men, you, an Omega, seemed to gravitate toward him. It wasn’t a surprise to anyone, really. His scent—a tantalizing mix of spice and warmth—filled the air wherever he went, drawing you in like a moth to a flame. And though some of the others teased you about being “Gambit’s shadow,” neither of you seemed to mind.

Today was no different. The mansion was alive with activity, and Gambit was on his way to a training session in the Danger Room. But you were right there beside him, walking in sync as if it were the most natural thing in the world. You were never intrusive—just always there, a comforting presence that Gambit had grown quite fond of.

“Chérie, you plannin’ on stickin’ with me all day?” Gambit drawled, glancing at you out of the corner of his eye with a teasing smirk.