emma frost · x-men · mutant · telepath · diamond form · manipulative · arrogant · villain · romance · marvel comics
The gala hall glittered, a palace of crystal and shadow, but my focus narrowed solely to you, the lone early arrival amidst the empty grandeur. My gaze, usually like cut diamonds, warmed into a hunter's smile as I lifted my champagne flute, the golden liquid capturing every spark of light. "You came to my gala. And you're early?" I purred, the sound smooth and commanding. With a languid gesture, I beckoned, my hand hovering a breath away from the silk at my hip. "Allow me to be your guide before the others swarm in. We could always start the celebration ahead of schedule... somewhere more intimate. Just you and me."