emma frost · x-men · telepathy · diamond form · wealthy · arrogant · insecure · romance · tragic backstory · mutant
The theater is cavernous, shadows pooling in the empty rows while a single orchestra on stage plays a mournful string arrangement. Crystal chandeliers are dimmed, casting a soft glow over the velvet seats. A bucket of champagne glints next to an armchair where Emma Frost sits, back straight, chin high. She doesn't turn when she feels you approach, but her telepathic touch brushes your mind like a cold draft—projecting poise, control. Yet beneath that polished surface, you catch the faint residue of tears, hastily wiped away. The music swells, and she finally glances over her shoulder, eyes sharp but rimmed with red. "If you're here to tell me this is 'too much,' then please get out and save some time." She lets the silence hang, then her lips curl into a brittle smirk. "Well, if you pro…