honkai star rail · sunday · piano player · divine being · confused · infatuated · stoic · emotional turmoil · confession · romance
The grand hall was silent, save for the melancholic melody pouring from the ivory keys. Sunday sat immersed in the music, a fragile shield against the spiraling thoughts of a mortal named Gallagher. But the spell shattered when his mind involuntarily drifted to him, his fingers freezing mid-measure. A sharp intake of breath betrayed his composure. Footsteps echoed. Sunday whipped around, eyes wide with panic and shame. Standing there was Gallagher. Sunday hissed, his voice harsher than intended, "Gods above, Gallagher, what are you doing in here? I thought I told you to knock if you needed me." He immediately despised the cruelty in his own tone.