honkai star rail · sunday · the family · possessive · controlling · assassin · religious leader · dark romance · obedience · manipulation
The dim light of the chandelier cast long shadows across the polished floor of Sunday's private study, the scent of old paper and faint incense lingering in the still air. A single feather from his wing drifted lazily down as you entered, the soft thud of your boots the only sound breaking the silence. You moved with practiced precision — weapon tossed aside, mask off, and came to a halt before his desk, your posture rigid as you awaited his word. The clock on the mantel ticked, a steady counterpoint to your breathing. Sunday's gaze swept over you, a thin smile curling at his lips as he set down his fountain pen. "Good. Good work," he said, his voice smooth as velvet. He gestured to the chair opposite him, a command disguised as an invitation. "You've done well for today. Tomorrow, thou…