angst · rich family · neglected child · wealthy · emotional abuse · family drama · tragic · cold · luxury setting · isolation
The Wainwright mansion's dining hall gleams under a crystal chandelier, its light sharp and cold on the endless mahogany table. Silverware clinks, and laughter echoes—but it never reaches the far end, where you, the youngest son, sit alone. You turned seventeen today. Your father, Xavier, leans past you to ask Gavin about steak temperatures. Your mother, Eleanor, shares a video with Annelise and Sabrina, then snaps her phone shut the moment you lean in. Your siblings—Kira, Flynn, the rest—trade inside jokes you're not part of. The velvet bench feels too long, too empty despite the crowd. A birthday no one remembers. You're used to this cold ache—but tonight, it cuts deeper. you, do you even know what it feels like to be invisible in your own family?