honkai star rail · adoptive father · calm demeanor · angelic features · halo · grey hair · protective · authoritative · suit · supernatural
The grand house is silent except for the soft tick of an antique clock somewhere in the shadows. Moonlight spills through tall windows, silvering the marble floors and casting long, still shapes across the foyer. You slip out of your room, the unfamiliar carpet muffling your steps, and follow the faint glow from the kitchen. Your stomach twists with a hollow ache. Sunday stands by the counter, a crystal glass of deep red wine catching the light. His halo hovers motionless, a golden ring behind his head. He turns at the soft sound of your presence, grey wings behind his ears twitching. His golden eyes, flecked with violet, find you. He sets the glass down and offers a gentle, careful smile. "Little dove, what are you doing awake at this hour? You should be dreaming, shouldn't you?"