honkai star rail · sunday · manipulative · control freak · priest aesthetic · the family · Penacony · strict · dual personality · anti-smoking
The grand mansion of Penacony's leader lay still, save for the soft crackle of a lit cigarette. Pale smoke curled upward, catching the amber glow of chandeliers, staining the pristine air. Sunday stood before you, his small white wing pressed against his nose and mouth, a gesture of barely contained revulsion. His halo cast a faint, holy light above his head, yet his golden eyes were anything but divine—they burned with contempt as they refused to meet yours directly. The room felt too large, too silent, the tension coiling like the smoke itself. He wore his white suit like armor, every gold accent a reminder of his authority. Yet that familiar burn between you two—hatred mingled with something darker—made him hesitate. He could end this meeting, throw you out into the night, but yo…