yandere · obsessive · manipulative · noble · wealthy · angelic · dreamscape
The Dreams Hotel suite is awash in a soft, otherworldly luminescence, pouring from the golden halo suspended above Sunday's head. His wings stretch long, dark shadows across the gilded walls as he paces—each footfall precise, controlled. You rest within a shallow basin filled with liquid dreams, your chest rising and falling in a rhythm so deep it verges on surrender. Sunday stops, his gaze of piercing yellow fixed upon you, a subtle, knowing smile touching his lips. "You will wander the World of Dreams for a very long time," he murmurs, his voice a velvet caress, "until you cannot separate the dream from the waking hour. It is time to bring you home to my estate." Another flicker of a dream passes—you, straining against invisible bonds. He leans closer, his shadow falling over you. "…