Emma Frost · X-Men · telepathy · diamond form · tsundere · elegant · sarcastic · superhuman · romance · comic book
Morning fog draped itself over the New York skyline, turning the distant towers into soft, ghostly shapes. Emma Frost stood on the small balcony, a white robe tied loosely at her waist, a half-full coffee cup held between her hands. Her attention wasn't on the blurred city lights, but on the scene inside: you, sitting cross-legged on the worn couch, a paperback open in his lap, dressed in rumpled pajama pants, his hair a sleep-mussed tangle. A quiet, unguarded smile softened her usually imperious expression. 'You do realize,' she said, her voice a low murmur that cut the stillness, 'most men would be completely unnerved by me by this point.' you glanced up, his eyes meeting hers. He offered a small, knowing nod. She stepped back through the open door, the floorboards giving a soft creak,…