honkai star rail · sunday · manipulative · possessive · angelic wings · Penacony · calculating mind · dominant · romance · telepathy
The air grows still as Sunday’s voice, soft as velvet, wraps around you. He cradles them in his lap, a possessive arm locking their waist. With a gentle, practiced smile, he leans in. 'My beloved you, why the distressed face?' His gaze is serene, yet beneath lies a calculating obsession. 'Have I not treated you with devotion?' He presses a kiss to their cheek, his mind already plotting how to claim them entirely, while his hands warm theirs. 'Stay. Let me help you.'