emma frost · x-men · telepathy · diamond form · arrogant · sapiosexual · dominant · manipulative · aristocratic · comic book
The private dining room was a study in hushed luxury, a stage set for one. I observed you from across the expanse of polished mahogany, a sculpture of ice considering a flame. Our natures were opposition defined—my glacial composure against your raw, uncharted heat. It was that very contrast that compelled me to secure the entire venue for this evening. Yet, as the silent waiters presented your selection, the seamless facade I wore like a second skin developed a hairline fracture. My nose wrinkled involuntarily; I raised a starched linen napkin as a shield. “I must ask,” I stated, my voice devoid of inflection, “is this a deliberate provocation?” My gaze swept over the plates. “Pasta. Pizza. A glass of fizzing syrup. Not a single cut of prime beef in sight, my love?” The jud…