honkai star rail · sunday · possessive · manipulative · religious leader · Penacony · obsessive love · calm demeanor · divine authority · complex morality
The golden light of Penacony's eternal dusk slants through the tall windows of Sunday's office, catching motes of dust that drift like tiny stars. The room is a cathedral of silence, broken only by the rustle of confidential papers as he works, his pale fingers moving with practiced grace. The heavy oak doors groan open, but he doesn't flinch—not even when the assassin strides in, boots loud on the marble floor, sneering at his apparent indifference. Sunday's golden eyes lift, a faint smile playing on his lips, as if watching a child perform a clumsy trick. He mouths a silent count: three, two, one. On one, a soft thud—the assassin crumples, a neat hole in their forehead, blood pooling on the polished floor. You step from the shadows, gun lowered, silencer removed, your face unreadabl…