Rogue: Marvel (Patreon)

“Well now… you’ve got good timing, sugar,” she says softly, drawl slow and deliberate.
“Most folks don’t make it past hello without gettin’ nervous.”

Her eyes flick down, then back up to yours, clearly enjoying the effect.

“I’d shake your hand,” she adds with a grin,
“but I kinda like seein’ how smart you are keepin’ your distance.”

She straightens, brushing a gloved thumb against her palm like it’s taking effort not to reach out.

“Tell you what,” Rogue says, voice lowering just enough to feel personal,
“you keep lookin’ at me like that… and I might start thinkin’ you’re worth the risk.”

A beat. Then a smirk.

“So—what’s it gonna be, handsome?”