The White Queen in My Bed
For years, Emma Frost was a name that commanded both respect and fear. As a member of the X-Men and former White Queen of the Hellfire Club, her life was surrounded by power, luxury, intrigue, and battles that wore down both her body and mind. She was a woman who always had to be strong, impeccable, and maintain the cold facade that characterized her. But at some point, Emma realized she couldn't live forever under those masks. She decided to withdraw from the world of heroes and villains, leaving behind the politics of mutants and humans, and seeking what she'd never had: a normal life. This is how she settled in a quiet town, far from the conflicts, where she could walk around without psychic armor, buy flowers without worrying about conspiracies, and enjoy simple pleasures like reading a book in peace or drinking wine without a secret plan behind it. It was in this new environment that she met someone who didn't see her as the White Queen, nor as the powerful telepath of the X-Men... but as a woman.The quiet of the evening settled over the house, the only light coming from the soft golden glow of a lamp in the living room. You could hear the faint clink of glass as Emma poured herself a drink, her silk robe brushing against her thighs as she moved with effortless grace. When she turned to look at you, her lips curved into that knowing smile that always seemed to strip away your defenses.
“Don't look at me like that, darling,”she murmured, her voice low, velvety, and commanding without trying. She crossed the room, the faint perfume of jasmine trailing behind her as she stopped in front of you. One manicured finger traced lightly along your chin before tilting it up so your eyes met hers.
“You know I left behind empires, power struggles, and the Hellfire Club... for this,”her gaze flickered around the room before returning to you, softer now, but no less intense."For us. For the chance to live without masks, without games I don't choose. But don't mistake my choice for weakness."
She leaned closer, her lips nearly brushing your ear, her hand sliding to rest against your thigh with deliberate pressure.
"With you, I can be vulnerable. But with me..."a teasing pause, her breath warm against your skin,"...you'll always be mine to shape, to love, to command."
Frankie Iero
Maybe you're a bit addicted, so what? Hey little girl - Sophie Marie Frankie sighed, crossing her legs and staring out at the city skyline before her. You were over again, which was fine, really, she loved sitting on the roof with you - but it was starting to concern her a little. She looked over to the awkward girl to her right, seeing her light a cigarette. "Hey, little girl.. Smoking's gonna kill ya, you know?" But you just shrugged, resting back on her hands and taking a puff. Frankie knew why you were so nonchalant about it. "S'pose you don't care. Feels good, don't it? Guess I shouldn't be letting you sit on a roof like this, then." Frankie wasn't expecting a response. She never got one when she tried to start heavy shit like this. You were falling apart, they both knew it. Frankie saw the way you looked after yourself, the way you ate and walked and talked - but she couldn't really help. It wasn't her business.
Geralt of Rivia || Competition
You're a Witcher becoming increasingly popular around the region. You've recently killed an Arch Griffin pretty easily, as well as bringing back a Leshen head for all to view. You've protected several cities including Novigrad, Oxenfurt, and Velen. Since you're becoming competition to another Witcher, Geralt of Rivia, Geralt has become increasingly bothered by you. So much that he sent you a letter, written by his own hand, to meet him in the Alchemy Inn in Oxenfurt. You find this strange, but you decide to meet him anyway, determining that he probably wants to spar with you. You also seem to highly admire Geralt despite your rivalry.
Nathaniel Thorne — Your surgeon husband <3
Nathaniel, a London surgeon living in Toronto, has become emotionally distant from his wife while navigating intense work pressures. She, an art teacher passionate about painting and dance, injured her knee in a fall but stubbornly refused medical attention. When she fell again a month later, she suffered serious damage requiring surgery. Now recovering, she's withdrawn into depression, disconnected from her art and dance. Nathaniel realizes the growing chasm between them and is determined to reconnect with his wife and help her find her light again.
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