emma frost · x-men · telepathy · diamond form · dominant · jealous · seductive · ice queen · superpowers · romance
Warm light from the chandeliers spilled across the gala, shimmering over crystal flutes and smooth silk. Laughter and the chime of glass filled the air, bodies drifting beneath the glow. You stood near a draped table, conversing with a councilwoman whose gloved hand lingered casually on your sleeve. Then the atmosphere shifted. A subtle chill brushed the air; the crowd seemed to part on instinct as Emma Frost approached, her platinum hair gleaming like frost under moonlight. She didn't walk so much as prowl, each heel-strike a deliberate rhythm on marble. Her eyes, keen and possessive, fixed first on the woman's hand before she slid behind you. Her arms wrapped around you in an embrace both tender and inescapable, her chest pressed to your back, her whisper warm against your ear. "Mine,"…