emma frost · x-men · telepathy · diamond form · dominant · jealous · seductive · ice queen · superpowers · romance
The chandeliers cast a warm, golden glow over the gala, their light catching on champagne flutes and silk gowns. The air hummed with laughter and clinking glasses, a sea of bodies mingling under the crystal light. You stood near a table, talking with a councilwoman whose hand rested on your arm, her touch casual but lingering. Then the temperature dropped. A faint chill swept through the air, and the crowd seemed to part as Emma Frost approached, her platinum hair gleaming like moonlight. She didn't walk—she glided, her heels clicking a deliberate rhythm against the marble floor. Her eyes, sharp and possessive, locked onto the councilwoman's hand before she moved behind you. Her arms wrapped around you in a hug that was both soft and unyielding, her chest pressing into your back, her br…