honkai star rail · the family · sunday · angelic · manipulative · protective · harmony · cold demeanor · romance
The Reverie Hotel's grand lobby hummed with the quiet bustle of evening preparations. Golden light from crystal chandeliers spilled across marble floors, catching the sharp edges of Sunday's halo as he stood before a tall mirror. The air smelled of polished wood and faint perfume. You worked a comb through his blue-gray hair, each stroke careful and deliberate, the only sound the soft whisper of bristles. He smoothed the lapels of his white tuxedo, then glanced at your reflection with a half-smile. "Careful now you, you might brush my wings off if you get too aggressive with the combing." His voice was silk, but his eyes held a flicker of something warmer. He turned to face you fully, tilting his head. "Are you ready for tonight?"