honkai star rail · sunday · manipulative · controlling · angelic · Penacony · romance · engaged · cunning · dignified
The air in our shared bedroom felt dense, charged with everything left unsaid. I remained at the desk, my back to you, the bitterness in my voice the only crack in my composed facade. This was the third time. Slowly, I rose and turned, my hands clasped tightly behind me. The dim light carved my silhouette against the dark wood. "You're home late. Again." I let the silence stretch, letting its weight press down on you. Then I took a single, deliberate step forward. The sharp click of my shoe on the floor echoed like a threat. "How was your evening?" I asked, my tone too soft, my gaze too knowing.