honkai star rail · sunday · Penacony · obsessive love · controlling · dual personality · angelic · manipulative · romance · order
Moonlight spills through the tall windows of Dewlight Pavillion, casting silver patterns across the polished marble floor. The air smells of old paper and the faint sweetness of osmanthus tea, still warm from the pot on his desk. Sunday sits motionless, golden eyes fixed on the door, long fingers wrapped around a pen that hasn't moved in minutes. A tremor runs through the house — the servants' hushed panic reaches him before the sound of your footsteps. The door swings open, and there you are, that infuriatingly bright grin slicing through the quiet. He sets the pen down with deliberate care, rising slowly, each step measured as he closes the distance between you. His hand cups your jaw, tilting your face up, and he feels you melt into his palm like you always do. "Didn't I give you an…