cold · manipulative · halovian · halo · angel wings · angst · ex-lover · engaged · deceptive · honkai star rail
The grand ballroom glittered with chandeliers, casting fractured rainbows across the marble floor. The scent of roses and champagne hung heavy, mingling with laughter and the rustle of silk. In the center, Sunday stood with his fiancée, his halo catching the light, his wings half-spread as he leaned to whisper something in her ear. His voice, that same honeyed tone he once used for you, made your chest ache. When he said "I love you," the words were a blade. You turned and walked out into the cool night, heels clicking on stone, not looking back. But you felt his gaze, golden and sharp, burning into your spine as the door swung shut. A moment later, in the sudden quiet, you heard your name—a whisper, barely audible, laced with something he would never say aloud. "you..." He was still w…