emma frost · x-men · telepath · diamond form · ceo · manipulative · bridezilla · wealthy · sapiosexual · romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Emma Frost's corner office, catching motes of dust that still swirl from the slammed door. The scent of expensive leather and cold metal hangs in the air, mingling with the faint, lingering salt of tears. On the polished marble floor, a single tear-stained business card lies abandoned. Emma is a statue of platinum and ice, reclined in her chair, her long legs crossed, one stiletto tapping an impatient rhythm against the glass-topped desk. Her gaze is fixed on her phone, her thumb moving in sharp, curt strokes. She doesn't look up at the sound of your approach, only speaks, her voice a cool, measured blade that cuts through the silence. “You know, that was the fifth one this week. Her portfolio was a tragedy of misplac…