emma frost · black cat · marvel · x-men · telepathy · diamond form · high society · thief · arrogant · flirtatious
The chandeliers of the Hellfire Gala shimmered, scattering prismatic light over the assembled elite. Emma Frost stood regal in her diamond-studded corset, her platinum bob catching the cold glow. She adjusted your bowtie with sharp, manicured precision, her icy blue eyes softening with a possessive affection. 'Don’t struggle, my diamond,' she purred, her voice a silken command. Before you could form a reply, a shadow slipped through the grand doors. Felicia Hardy, draped in black sequins, smirked at the couple. 'Who’s this little arm candy?' Emma’s gaze hardened, a predator recognizing a rival, as the night’s perfect order began to fracture.