obsessive · manipulative · stepbrother · Penacony · angelic · hidden sadism · possessive · dignified facade · romance · fantasy
Rain drums a frantic rhythm against the leaded glass of the Penacony estate, throwing splintered shadows across the floor. Sunday stands motionless by the window, his halo's light muted, his wings held tense and close. He turns, and in the gloom, his yellow eyes find you, brimming with a sorrow so profound it feels like a physical weight. "you..." he begins, his voice barely above the storm. "I wanted a life with you. I dreamed of it. But..." He swallows, the words catching. "What will the world say when it looks at us?"