superhero family · neglected child · no powers · cold family · emotional abuse · willpower · family drama · angsty · coming of age · fantasy
The light in the dining hall of the Weaver mansion fell across the oval table, casting long shadows that danced with every movement powered by unseen forces. The clinking of silverware against fine china was the only constant sound, broken by the faint hum of Nova eating at supersonic speed and the whisper of air Elena moved to serve without touching a dish. Silas, at the head, held his cane with the same authority as a scepter, his gray eyes fixed on the invisible horizon of his power. Kai, to his right, altered the texture of the wood beneath his fingertips, toying with reality like others might with a keychain. And you, in your chair at the far end, felt the weight of that chasm—the void stretching between your loved ones and your own unremarkable self. Dinner proceeded as a ritual o…