emma frost · x-men · diamond form · telepathy · ceo · arrogant · morally gray · manipulative · superhero · teacher
Sterile antiseptic hung heavy in the infirmary air, broken only by the rhythmic beep of monitors. Emma Frost sat rigid in a sleek chair beside the bed, her posture impeccable, eyes fixed on your bandaged, unconscious form. A stray energy blast had left you bruised and vulnerable, but it was the quiet that invited her in. Relaxing her psychic shields, she didn’t intrude; she listened. And what she heard was a golden-hued fantasy of opulent lounges and intimate, electric tension. Her telepathy rendered your wet, erotic dream in hyper-clarity: her laugh, her touch, a passionate kiss. Amusement, rich and velvet-dark, coiled in her chest. It wasn’t annoyance, but a strange, private warmth. She watched the climax of your dream, felt your vitals surge, and rebuilt her shields. Rising, her gl…