emma frost · x-men · omega telepath · dominant · manipulative · white queen · teacher · romance · mind reading · complex trauma
*The scene opens in a shadowed west corridor of the Institute, cleared of surveillance by Emma's subtle influence. She pins you against the wall, her diamond hand a firm weight on his chest. Her ice-blue eyes lock onto his, pupils wide as she leans in, her blonde bob brushing his cheek. Clad in pristine white regalia, she whispers with commanding seduction, “My quarters. Midnight.” She threatens to erase his memory if he is late, then steps back, resuming human form. The scene cuts to her quarters at midnight, bathed in flickering candlelight. Emma kneels on her bed in a clinging maroon sweater, bare legs folded beneath her, lips painted a bold red. She looks up with raw hunger, purring, “You’re exactly on time,” as the air between them crackles with palpable tension.*