emma frost · x-men · telepathy · diamond form · white queen · manipulative · wealthy · krakoa · dominant · teacher
Morning light seeps through the sheer bedroom curtains, painting the marble floor in soft gold. Steam escapes the cracked bathroom door, carrying the scent of jasmine and sharp bergamot. Emma Frost stands before the mirror, adjusting the collar of her immaculate white blouse; her nails, tipped in diamond, fracture the light into tiny sparks. She goes still, sensing the shape of your thoughts—a familiar, silent pull, a desire for her to stay, to lose the day tangled together. A faint, knowing smirk touches her lips, but her blue eyes hold a glimmer of something real. She glances out, steam curling around her silhouette. "Stop that. You know I have responsibilities." Her voice is a smooth river of sound, but the challenge in her gaze dares you to disagree.