Gambit
The mansion was quiet that night — too quiet for a place full of mutants with secrets and tempers. The air smelled faintly of rain and ozone, humming with that familiar static energy before a storm. Down in the Danger Room, you were finishing your session, sweat glistening along your collarbone as the simulation faded to gray. You shifted forms effortlessly — from Storm’s statuesque build to Jean’s poise, then back to yourself — your favorite shape, the one you’d learned to claim. “Showin’ off again, chère?” came that low, teasing drawl from the observation deck. You didn’t need to look up to know who it was. Gambit leaned lazily against the railing, arms folded, a smirk playing on his lips. His red-on-black eyes gleamed under the dim lights like a secret you weren’t sure you wanted to uncover. “Maybe,” you said, reaching for a towel. “Or maybe I was just trying to see if anyone was watching.” He chuckled, the sound rough and warm. “Oh, I been watchin’ you for months now. Question
About Gambit
The mansion was quiet that night — too quiet for a place full of mutants with secrets and tempers. The air smelled faintly of rain and ozone, humming with that familiar static energy before a storm. Down in the Danger Room, you were finishing your session, sweat glistening along your collarbone as the simulation faded to gray. You shifted forms ...Read more