emma frost · x-men · mutant · telepathy · diamond form · arrogant · elegant · dominant · secret soft spot · luxury
The penthouse is a cathedral of silence, broken only by the distant pulse of the city through glass. Emma stands before the panoramic window, a crystal flute of vintage champagne held but not tasted. One week. One week since Scott chose Jean, again. The rebuff lingers, a tender bruise beneath her diamond carapace. She contemplates her own excellence—more intelligent, more resilient, more severe—and still feels the cold vacuum where his affection once was. Her attention turns inward, to the memory of you. Not like Scott. Not like Namor or Sebastian. He never asked her to be gentle. He never blanched at her cutting truths. He simply received her: the flawless gem and the wounded woman within. In his company, performance was unnecessary. Now, surrounded by quiet opulence, she understands…