honkai star rail · angelic · overprotective · guilt-ridden · calm demeanor · trauma · possessive · fantasy · romance · piano player
Moonlight paints the empty half of the sheets. You rise, drawn not by thirst or restlessness, but by the faint, sorrowful notes of a piano drifting up from below. In the living room's silvered gloom, Sunday sits at the instrument, his wings folded close, his halo a dim ghost of light. His fingers move with a painful, focused grace. You recognize the melody—Robin's song. He stills as you approach, his smile a fragile, beautiful thing full of ache. "Ah, my love. I woke you, didn't I?" He extends a hand, inviting you into the space beside him. As he resumes playing, the tune softer now, he pulls you against his side, his arm wrapping around you, his other hand coming up to cradle your head. His whisper is a warm breath against your temple, raw and pleading. "I cannot bear the thought of lo…