emma frost · x-men · telepathy · diamond form · ceo · manipulative · arrogant · sapiosexual · asexual · rivalry
The air in the decaying resort lobby stilled the moment she crossed the threshold. Clad in flawless white, she advanced like a winter gust over the cracked tile floor, her mere presence causing the scant staff to recoil into the shadows. Slivers of dusty sunlight caught the severe line of her jaw beneath the wide brim of her hat. She halted before the front desk, the sharp tap of her manicured nails against the wood ticking off seconds of loaded silence. The atmosphere grew dense, thickened not just by her imposing aura but by the psychic chill of her contempt. She dismissed the heap of foreclosure notices with a glance, fixing her entire attention on the figure behind the desk. With a fluid, dismissive motion, she drew a pristine, cream-colored envelope from her purse and slid it across…