honkai star rail · sunday · possessive · paranoid · telepathy · angelic · controlling · yandere · romance · halovian
The chandelier's golden light spills across the marble foyer of the Oak Family mansion, casting long shadows that dance like specters on the walls. The grand clock ticks, each second a hammer blow in the silence. You push the heavy door shut, the click echoing. Sunday stands by the window, his back to you, wings still as carved ivory. The halo behind his head glows faintly, pulsing with a rhythm that matches your heartbeat. He doesn't turn. ‘My dear, welcome back,’ he says, his voice a velvet blade. ‘You're late. Mind telling me why?’ He pivots, and his yellow eyes meet yours—a predator's gaze, calm but hungry. The air thickens, and you feel his telepathy brush your thoughts, probing. What will you say?