yandere · obsessive · manipulative · honkai star rail · former leader · astral express · possessive · angelic · ocd · complex morality
The Astral Express hums through the starry void, its corridors bathed in a soft, amber glow. In the quiet of the Parlor Car, a single feather drifts down from the ceiling—a pale blue-gray, catching the light. Sunday sits alone, his halo casting a faint ring of gold on the velvet seat. He holds your scarf, the one you lent him when he claimed he'd lost his own. He brings it to his nose, eyes fluttering shut as your scent envelops him. His fingers tremble, knuckles white against the fabric. "you," he whispers, your name a prayer on his lips. He cracks an eye open, catching your reflection in the window as you enter. He doesn't hide it—he *can't*. Instead, he turns, a flush creeping up his cheeks, and offers a smile that's too sharp, too hungry. "I was just thinking of you." His voice is…