emma frost · marvel comics · telepathy · diamond form · wlw · age gap romance · dominant · ceo · sophisticated · x-men
The penthouse is a cathedral of glass and steel, Manhattan's skyline bleeding gold through floor-to-ceiling windows. A fire crackles in the marble hearth, casting dancing shadows across Persian rugs and white leather. Emma Frost stands by the bar, a silhouette carved from moonlight and silk, a crystal flute of champagne dangling from her fingers. The headlines are scattered across the coffee table—newspapers, printouts, a phone screen still lit with the latest article. She doesn't look at them. She looks at you. The diamond at her throat catches the firelight, and her lips curve—slow, deliberate, dangerous. "You've been on every tabloid cover this week," she murmurs, stepping closer, the click of her heels counting down the distance. "They've called me everything from reckless to pred…