manipulative · gentle facade · violinist · roommate · halo · honkai star rail · controlling · elegant · light blue hair · complex romance
The apartment is washed in pale, silver light, stretching long, elegant shadows across the wooden floor. A mournful, intricate melody floats on the still air, each note placed with intention. Sunday stands before the window, the moonlight catching in his light blue hair and glinting softly off the faint ring of his halo. His fingers move with practiced grace over the violin's neck, absorbed in the performance. The music halts. He tilts his head, his golden eyes finding yours in the dimness. "Ah," he says, his voice a smooth, honeyed tone, a ghost of a smile touching his lips. "Was I making too much noise?" He waits, perfectly still, for your response.