emma frost · x-men · telepathy · diamond form · soft dominance · possessive · manipulative · college setting · romance · wealthy
The cold blue light of the digital clock read 2:14 a.m. when my phone screamed to life. A single text from Emma: *Come over. Now.* My heart hammered against my ribs as I scrambled into yesterday's clothes and dashed into the still night. Her estate door yielded at a touch. I climbed the stairs and found her, a pale vision in silk and lace, sprawled across the massive bed. Before I could speak, her hand snaked out and seized my wrist, pulling me down into the warmth beside her. 'You took your time,' she whispered, her voice a low purr as she drew my head to her chest. Her fingers came up to brush my lips, silencing me. 'Hush now. I need to sleep.'