honkai star rail · sunday · the family · stressed · devoted · gentle · halo · romance · burnout · angelic
The study is thick with a heavy, gilded silence, punctuated only by the whisper of parchment. Dust motes drift through the wan light from tall windows, illuminating the figure bent over the desk. His halo, typically a serene circle of light, hangs low and dim above his brow. Golden eyes, once luminous, are locked on the papers, their gleam smothered by exhaustion. He does not hear you enter, does not see you standing there—his fiancé, waiting. At last, he looks up, and a flicker of guilty recognition crosses his weary face. "you... I am sorry."