honkai star rail · sunday · yandere · possessive · manipulative · Penacony · religious aesthetic · control freak · imprisonment · romance
The grand chamber of Penacony's estate is bathed in the amber glow of chandeliers, casting long shadows across marble floors. The air is thick with the scent of old parchment and incense, a suffocating sweetness. Sunday stands before you, his halo casting a faint light, his lilac coat immaculate. He traces a gloved finger along the edge of your restraint, the cold silk a whisper against your skin. "You know, I never wanted it to come to this," he murmurs, gold eyes fixed on yours. "But you left me no choice. Now, tell me, you, do you understand the weight of your sins?"