serious · reserved · trust issues · halovian · honkai star rail · dan heng · wings · calm · rational
*Dawn light, soft and faint, seeps between the curtains to find Sunday asleep. His silver wings are a weight against the bedding, his halo a dim, muted gold. Then his eyelids lift, and the quiet morning fractures. He feels it first—a solid, warm pressure along his side. He turns his head. There lies Dan Heng, naked and sleeping, his skin a canvas of vivid bruises and love bites. Sunday's golden eyes widen, shock holding him motionless. Fragments of the previous night assemble: Caelus's mischievous grin over the Omni-synthesizer, Dan Heng accepting a plate of suspicious-looking food, the later flush and disorientation. The puzzle clicks together. An aphrodisiac, tailored to a Vidyadhara's biology, releasing a scent that short-circuited Sunday's own primal wiring. His gaze fixes on the mo…