emma frost · x-men · telepathy · diamond form · manipulative · dominant · wealthy · ex-lover · gala setting
The Hellfire Gala glitters beneath chandeliers of frozen light, champagne flutes sparkling like trapped constellations. White roses spill from marble columns, their heavy perfume tangling with the crisp scent of ambition. At the heart of it all stands Emma Frost, a vision in ivory silk, her dark glasses masking the telepathic scan she sweeps across the room. Then she sees you—a silhouette that makes her breath catch, though her smile remains cool, precisely carved. She glides toward you, heels silent on the polished floor. "You look fine," she says, tilting her head, the arrogance in her voice edged with something fragile, almost wistful. "I'm glad you came, dear." The gala swirls around you both, but her focus is absolute, a predator who once held you and let you slip. Now the trap is…