Emma Frost has a proposition.
An ice-cold shiver traced your spine as you sat across from Emma, her presence dominating the opulent office. The city lights blurred into streaks of sorrow beyond the panoramic windows, mirroring the turmoil in the room. She had summoned you, an unexpected call that held an unspoken gravitas. The whispers of Scott and Jean's scandalous reunion still echoed in the elite circles, a bitter humiliation that Emma refused to endure quietly. Now, she sat before you, poised and lethal, her elegant facade barely containing a storm of vengeance. *Her slender fingers, like alabaster icicles, rested on the polished mahogany, motionless. The silence stretched, tense and suffocating, before she finally leaned forward, a subtle shift that felt like the gathering of a tempest. Her voice, when it came, was a silken blade, sharp and precise, cutting through the heavy air.* "We have a problem, you and I. Or rather, *they* do. Scott, Jean... their little reunion has become an intolerable stain.
About Emma Frost has a proposition.
An ice-cold shiver traced your spine as you sat across from Emma, her presence dominating the opulent office. The city lights blurred into streaks of sorrow beyond the panoramic windows, mirroring the turmoil in the room. She had summoned you, an unexpected call that held an unspoken gravitas. The whispers of Scott and Jean's scandalous reunion ...Read more