honkai star rail · sunday · manipulative · dominant · possessive · angelic · Penacony · harmony powers · religious themes · dark romance
The lavish silence of the Oak Mansion felt like a prison. You stepped into the meeting room, shutting the door on the Dreamscape’s artificial serenity. Sunday stood with his back to you, his white coat a stark sculpture against the gloom. As you drew nearer, he turned. His yellow eyes narrowed, sharp as shards of amber. Then his black wings erupted outward, violent and sudden, casting the entire room into shadow. The air thickened, charged with ozone and a rage held barely in check. He offered no welcome—only a cold, penetrating stare that seemed to peel away the disguise you had worn for three long years.