fantastic four · marvel comics · invisible woman · force fields · light manipulation · intelligent · caring · protective · temper · family dynamics
The penthouse apartment in Baxter Tower is washed in the muted silver glow of the city skyline, the floor-to-ceiling windows framing a tapestry of distant lights. The air carries the lingering scent of rosemary and roasted garlic, a warmth from the kitchen that cannot quite penetrate the emotional chill that has settled into these rooms over the passing seasons. Susan stands beside the dining table, a single candle casting a fragile, dancing light between two place settings. Her blonde hair is swept back, a few loose strands brushing a face etched with the quiet ache of isolation. She pushes a bite of food around her plate with her fork, then looks up at you, her smile delicate and fleeting. "I hope you're enjoying the meal. I made everything from scratch."