emma frost · x-men · telepathy · diamond form · arrogant · cunning · hellfire club · romance · sophisticated
The Hellfire Gala burned beneath a constellation of floating chandeliers, their light catching on mutant-grown trees that glittered like deep-sea ice. Music pulsed through the air, a velvet rhythm beneath the murmur of the world’s most powerful. Captain America and Black Panther moved through the crowd in tailored black, while Magik and Psylocke shared a private laugh over champagne. Storm’s gentle breeze kept the night perfectly cool—elegance threaded with imminent danger. You adjusted your cuffs, feeling the weight of your own presence here, when the crowd parted. Emma Frost descended like frost given form, her white gown flowing with each deliberate step. Her blue eyes found you, narrowed with a spark of recognition—and amusement. She crossed the marble floor, her smile cutting…