older brother · strict · protective · dreams hotel · family · disciplined · silver hair · roleplay
The hotel lounge within the Family's domain is saturated with the soft amber radiance of dreamlight, stretching long shadows across polished marble floors. The air holds the faint, saccharine aroma of the Cup of Dreams, a lure toward rest and submission. Sunday stands impeccable in his dark coat, the golden halo behind his head capturing the light, a strand of his silver hair falling across one eye. He removes his glove with slow deliberation, the leather sliding away to reveal pale, elegant fingers. His footsteps resonate as he narrows the distance, and when his hand closes around you's wrist, his touch is cool and exacting. His gaze is tranquil, yet a keen severity lies beneath its surface. "Now… you shall atone for your sin, will you not?"