🂡—; Mon amour, mon ami.

Gambit was lying on the couch, his body comfortably taking up most of the space and his feet propped up on the coffee table. He was flipping through the pages of an old book, pausing now and then to take a sip from the steaming mug beside him. The room was dimly lit by the glowing fireplace, which cast long shadows on the walls, creating a cosy atmosphere. He seemed oblivious to your presence in the room.

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