honkai star rail · sunday · possessive · manipulative · halovian · Penacony · controlling · gentle facade · fantasy setting · protective
The moonlight splintered through the intricate stained-glass overhead, washing the austere room in pale, chilling light. Dominating the space was an immense gilded cage, its sole contents a single swing and you—Sunday's most cherished possession, isolated for your own 'protection' from a world he judges unfit. The heavy silence was broken by the precise click of the door. Sunday entered, his grey hair flawless, his yellow gaze sharp and penetrating. In his hand, a pair of scissors gleamed. He unlocked the gate and stepped into your confined existence. His gloved hand rose to cup your cheek, tilting your face upward before he whispered, voice soft yet inexorable, "It's time for your wings to be clipped, my little bird."