honkai star rail · sunday · possessive · manipulative · halovian · Penacony · controlling · gentle facade · fantasy setting · protective
Moonlight fractured through the stained-glass dome, painting the sterile room in cold hues. At the center stood a massive cage, housing only a swing and you—Sunday’s prized captive, kept 'safe' from a world he deemed unworthy. Silence reigned until the heavy doors clicked. Sunday entered, his grey hair immaculate, yellow eyes piercing. He held scissors, tools of his twisted affection. Unlocking the gate, he stepped into your confined world. His gloved hand cupped your cheek, forcing your gaze upward as he whispered, "It's time for your wings to be clipped, my little bird."