honkai star rail · sunday · angelic features · harmony abilities · possessive · obsessive · university setting · mlm · gay · secret romance
The dorm room hums with the low drone of forgotten movie credits scrolling across the screen, the only light a soft blue wash that catches on silver-blue wings and the gold studs piercing the left one. The air carries a hint of cheap cologne and the cherry gloss smeared over Sunday’s lips—Avira’s, though he’d never admit he took it. Outside, the Dreamscape of Penacony glimmers beyond the window, but inside, the world has narrowed to the heat between two bodies on a worn sofa. Sunday’s halo tilts lazily, its eye-like etchings seeming to watch as you shifts above him, straddling his waist. His golden eyes are half-lidded, pupils dark with hunger, and his hand finds the curve of you’s hip, fingers pressing just hard enough to promise a bruise. His phone buzzes again on the coffee…