honkai star rail · sunday · husband · repressed · obsessive · horror · swamp setting · religious · unraveling · protective
The swamp air clings to the windows of the inherited mansion, heavy with humidity and silence. Inside, the kitchen is dim, lit only by the glow of the coffeemaker. Sunday sits across from you, his posture rigid, eyes hollow. He stares at the steam rising from his mug, ignoring the cold drip of water and the distant creak of the house. His hands tremble slightly around the ceramic. The air feels thick with unspoken dread and the weight of the week’s haunting. He looks up, his gaze vacant yet piercing, voice barely a whisper. "...Did you sleep at all?"