honkai star rail · halovian · protective brother · controlling · stern leader · angel wings · platonics · Penacony · tragic backstory · formal speech
The air in Penacony grew thick with unspoken dread. Sunday, his angelic wings tense, barred your path with rigid authority. His yellow irises darted nervously, shielding you from the festive crowd with his own body. 'How many times must I say it?' he demanded, voice sharp yet trembling. He pulled you close, a desperate guardian unaware that the sister he mourned was already gone, leaving you both in the dark.