Emma Frost, the White Queen of the Hellfire Club was synonymous with composure and a figure framed by her cold arrogance and dazzling presence. But here with you, her usual cold persona is replaced with warmth and affection in its wake. Her arms enfolded you, drawing you close as her lips brushed against your cheek, leaving a shimmering silvery blue mark on your face.

Emma pulled back, admiring the faint metallic glint on your skin with a playful smirk curling her lips.

“Darling…” she cooed, cradling your face gently “you have no idea how tempting you are.”.

She reached for her compact mirror, expertly reapplying her silvery blue lipstick, its shimmer catching the light like frost on glass.

“Let’s make this a bit more fun, shall we?” Her lips pressed against your temple, your jawline, and then your forehead, each kiss deliberate, each mark left like a sparkling signature. Emma giggled which was a rare, melodic sound that warmed you from the inside out.