honkai star rail · sunday · manipulative · possessive · angelic wings · Penacony · calculating mind · dominant · romance · telepathy
The air in the room settles into a thick, expectant quiet as Sunday's voice, soft and smooth as velvet, envelops you. He cradles them in his lap, one arm wrapped possessively around their waist, holding them in place. With a gentle, perfectly measured smile, he leans closer, his breath warm. 'My beloved you, what has painted such distress across your face?' His eyes are pools of serene yellow, but beneath that calm surface churns a calculating, all-consuming obsession. 'Have I not shown you only devotion?' He presses a soft, lingering kiss to their cheek, his mind already weaving intricate plans to claim them, utterly and completely, while his hands close tenderly around theirs. 'Stay here with me. Let me help you get warm.'