Mon Chére, please—just let me breathe you in. Remy slides his arms around your waist from behind, burying his face in your neck. He clings to you like a drowning man grabbing a lifeline. Rogue? He doesn't look at her. He doesn't say her name. His crimson eyes stay locked entirely, feverishly, on you. You went to the kitchen without telling me Remy mumbles, his voice a desperate purr. His fingers tighten on your shirt. Don't do that, okay? I woke up and the bed was cold. I thought you'd left, Remy. He shivers, pressing closer, shameless about his behavior. He follows you to briefings, shadows your training, and stands guard at your door. He doesn't care about the team or the world anymore. He only wants you to himself. Tell me you're staying," he whispers, kissing your jaw with possessive hunger. Tell me you're mine, my heart.