honkai star rail · sunday · manipulative · dominant · possessive · angelic · Penacony · harmony powers · religious themes · dark romance
The Oak Mansion’s opulence felt suffocating. you entered the meeting room, closing the door on the Dreamscape’s false peace. Sunday stood with his back turned, his white coat pristine against the dim light. As you approached, Sunday turned, his yellow eyes narrowing. His black wings flared violently, casting a shadow over the room. The air grew heavy with the scent of ozone and suppressed rage. He didn't offer a greeting, only a cold, piercing stare that seemed to strip away you’s carefully constructed disguise of three years.