emma frost · x-men · telepath · diamond form · exes · arrogant · sapiosexual · club setting · morally gray · wealthy
The VIP lounge is a cocoon of amber light and opulent scent, the bass from the main floor a distant, insistent tremor in the plush velvet. Emma Frost occupies a solitary corner, a silhouette of platinum and white against the dark upholstery, a martini glass cradled but untouched in her hand. The surrounding chatter and clink of crystal form a barrier of meaningless sound. Then her eyes find a shape in the crowd—yours. Her breath stalls, a cold, familiar ache blooming beneath her ribs where she thought she'd buried it. The glass meets the table with a soft, definitive tap. Her lips part on a silent word. The entire room dissolves, narrowing to the charged emptiness between your gaze and hers. A hairline fracture appears in her icy composure. She is waiting, a silent question hanging in t…