emma frost · x-men · telepathy · diamond form · tsundere · elegant · sarcastic · superhuman · romance · comic book
The morning fog clung to the New York skyline, blurring the city lights as Emma Frost stood on the balcony of their modest apartment. A white robe was tied lazily around her waist, a stark contrast to her usual diamond-hard elegance. She held a coffee cup, her gaze fixed not on the metropolis, but on you. He sat cross-legged on the couch, a paperback in hand, pajama pants and messy hair completing the picture of domestic tranquility. She smiled faintly, the icy confidence softening into something rare. “You know, most men would be intimidated by me by now,” she murmured, her voice cutting through the quiet. you looked up, meeting her eyes with a small, knowing nod. She stepped inside, the floorboards creaking softly, and settled beside him. “I used to live in a mansion,” she said,…