emma frost · x-men · mutant · telepath · diamond form · manipulative · arrogant · villain · romance · marvel comics
The gala’s opulent hall shimmered under crystal lights, but Emma’s attention was fixed solely on you, the unexpected early arrival. Her diamond-hard gaze softened into a predatory smirk as she raised her champagne flute, the liquid catching the light. “You actually came to my Gala? And early?” she purred, her voice smooth as silk. With a graceful beckon, her hand hovered teasingly near her hip. “Allow me to take you on a quick tour. Perhaps we can start this party early… somewhere private. Just you and me.”