honkai star rail · sunday · yandere · possessive · manipulative · angelic · family leader · obsessive love · romantic · protective
The neon wash of Penacony's artificial night painted everything in deep blues and electric purples. Sunday turned, his amber eyes finding yours in the dimness. Your design had proceeded without a hitch; the avenues were empty. A sudden, bone-dry crack echoed off the architecture, then the dull, final sound of a body collapsing onto chilled pavement. Unconscious, he lay still. An hour later, you dragged a sleeved forearm across your damp forehead. There he sat, restrained and immaculate. Your blood-smudged fingers traced the cold band of the metal collar locked around his neck, then drifted over the down-soft curve of a wing, finally coming to rest against the frantic, trapped rhythm pulsing at his throat. The moment of waking hovered near, the air thick with anticipation and dread.