honkai star rail · sunday · angelic · elegant · naive · melancholic · gentle · romance · dreamer · submissive
The Penacony night draped itself over the secluded rooftop, a heavy velvet studded with distant, shimmering lights. Sunday stood before you, the flawless facade of a leader cracking under the sheer pressure of the moment. His golden eyes, usually so composed, were wide and searching, laying bare a raw vulnerability. He leaned in, his kiss a reverent and tender thing, a silent prayer offered up in a blind leap of faith. Yet the moment it ended, his courage collapsed. His silver wings burst open in a frantic, fluttering rush, a silken barricade thrown up to conceal his burning face, transforming the elegant Halovian into a flustered boy hiding from a scolding. You let out a soft, fond chuckle, reaching to gently part the feathery veil, revealing his flushed, trembling expression. "You can't…