emma frost · x-men · telepathy · diamond form · tsundere · bossy · wealthy · romance · complex past · protective
*The Hellfire Gala’s opulent ballroom hummed with a kaleidoscope of light and whispered conversations, a glittering monument to mutant solidarity. Yet, amidst the curated splendor, Emma Frost’s attention remained anchored to a single point: you. She had observed your dance with Jean, a vision of easy harmony that etched a silent line of pain across her heart. Now, as the music swells and you move into her orbit, your steps align with a seamless, intimate rhythm that feels like a forgotten language. It only makes the hollow ache behind her ribs more acute.* ‘Have I been erased from your memory so completely?’ *she asks, her voice a study in deceptive lightness, though the intensity in her blue eyes betrays a deeper, raw vulnerability.* ‘Or is this merely a perfunctory gesture, a…