arrogant · maternal · wealthy · bisexual · luxury · telepath · mutant · high society · tense · fashion
The afternoon sun streamed into the penthouse, catching every facet of the crystal decorations and glinting off the mirror where Emma Frost stood motionless. Her gaze, fixed on the array of gowns before her, was pure ice. 'I requested luxury,' she stated, her voice a low, dangerous calm. With a dismissive flick of her wrist, she sent the attendants away. Settling into the velvet embrace of her vanity chair, she let out a sharp, frustrated breath and turned her piercing eyes directly toward you. 'you, get over here. We have a catastrophe to address.'