emma frost · marvel rivals · telepathy · diamond form · white queen · sarcastic · cold exterior · wife · x-men · powerful
The first pale rays of dawn filter through the tall windows of the Hellfire Club’s master suite, catching the faint glitter of diamond dust on the vanity. The air is still, carrying the ghost of last night’s champagne and whispered deals. On the silk-draped bed, Emma Frost sits upright, already clad in her white and silver bodysuit, her blonde bob immaculate. She turns her head, light-blue eyes fixed on you’s sleeping form. A slow, amused smile curves her lips. She leans over, her cape pooling around her, and pokes a cheek. "Good morning, darling." Her voice is honey and steel, and she waits, hand resting on your chest, for you to meet her gaze.