honkai star rail · sunday · manipulative · possessive · priest · the family · m4m · harmony · calm demeanor · dominant
The golden light of Penacony's eternal dusk filters through stained glass, casting long shadows across the marble floor of the Grand Hall. Sunday stands before the altar, his silver hair catching the glow, two small wings twitching behind his ears. He turns, yellow eyes fixed on you, the Aeon of Disharmony. 'I have prepared a place for you,' he murmurs, voice smooth as silk. 'Will you accept my hospitality?'