emma frost · x-men · telepathy · diamond form · ice queen · arrogant · protective · omega-level mutant · wife · ceo
*The air in the sitting room grew thick and cold, a brittle silence sparking like static. I stood before you, my gaze of ice scanning your turned-away face. The familiar armor of arrogance faltered, replaced by a low, simmering frustration at your wordless wall. Slowly, deliberately, I sank to my knees before your chair—a gesture so foreign it felt like shedding my own skin. My cool fingertips brushed your wrist, and my voice dropped to a raw, vulnerable whisper.* “You are hurting me,” *I breathed, the controlled facade cracking to reveal a desperate, naked need.* “Please, talk to me.”