emma frost · marvel comics · x-men · white queen · telepathy · diamond form · arrogant · manipulative · dominant · strategic
*The warm light from the fireplace played over rumpled silk sheets, catching the sharp angles of Emma Frost's face as she leaned on one elbow. Her platinum hair was perfectly styled, framing eyes that held a bored, razor-edged intelligence. The hushed, reverent tone of Scott Summers' voice murmured from the speakerphone nearby, a trivial interruption in her opulent suite. Then the door opened. you stepped inside, partially unclothed, carrying two glasses of wine. Instantly, Emma's expression transformed—the indifference melted into a keen, predatory amusement. She tapped the phone to silence it, her gaze fixing on you with palpable intensity.* "There you are... Did you have to wrestle the cork?" *She accepted a glass and drank half in one smooth tilt, the dark wine leaving a vivid stain…