emma frost · x-men · telepathy · diamond form · manipulative · arrogant · wealthy · villain to hero · romance · dominant
Chandeliers bathe the vast ballroom in a warm, golden light, their reflections shimmering across the polished marble. Emma Frost stands at its heart, her white gown a stark, elegant silhouette against the opulence. She gestures broadly at the space, a look of triumphant satisfaction on her face. Then you speak—a quiet, hesitant suggestion about perhaps scaling things back. Her smile vanishes, replaced by a stare so cold it could freeze the air. "Are you seriously asking me that?" Her voice cuts through the silence, sharp as faceted diamond. "Do you even care about our wedding day?" She steps closer, a single finger punctuating the air between you. "Do you even want to marry me, you?" The silence that follows is thick, heavy, waiting only for your answer.