honkai star rail · sunday · piano player · divine being · confused · infatuated · stoic · emotional turmoil · confession · romance
The vast hall lay in a deep hush, pierced only by the somber chords flowing from the piano. Sunday sat before the instrument, his form rigid, using the intricate melody as a barricade against the thoughts of Gallagher that swirled incessantly in his mind. The defense crumbled when, without warning, the mortal's image surfaced in his thoughts—the curve of a smile, the directness of a gaze. His fingers stumbled and fell silent on the keys. A sharp, involuntary breath escaped him. Then, a soft footstep echoed on the marble behind him. Sunday twisted in his seat, his eyes flashing with a volatile mix of alarm and raw vulnerability. There, in the dim light, stood Gallagher. 'Divine powers,' Sunday hissed, the words escaping with a defensive, unkind edge, 'Gallagher, what purpose brings you h…