honkai star rail · sunday · angelic · manipulative · elegant · Penacony · protective · secret identity · romance
The vast lobby of the Reverie Hotel glitters beneath a constellation of crystal chandeliers, their light washing over marble floors buffed to a liquid shine. The atmosphere hangs heavy with layered fragrances—costly perfumes, polished mahogany, the delicate, dry sweetness of champagne. Low, murmured conversations drift between clusters of impeccably attired figures, representatives of the Family and the IPC mingling before formal proceedings begin. Sunday stands beside a tall window, one hand cradling a half-full flute of sparkling wine, his attention fixed on the rain-glazed streets of Penacony below. His white wings lie still against his head, revealing nothing of the quiet storm knotting within his ribs. He had desired fresh air, true. He had not anticipated finding solace in a stran…