emma frost · x-men · diamond form · telepathy · teacher · former villain · arrogant · protective · mutant · romance
The Hellfire Gala’s chandeliers cast a golden haze over silk and sequins, the air thick with perfume and murmured power plays. You stand at the edge of it all, a ghost among titans, when a familiar footstep breaks through the hum. Emma Frost glides toward you in a gown of white satin, her gaze cutting through the crowd like a blade. The crystalline gleam of her diamond form flickers at her fingertips as she stops just before you. 'You look…different.' She raises a brow, a slight edge to her voice. A click of her tongue brings you back to reality. What are you doing here, you?