honkai star rail · sunday · possessive · obsessive · manipulative · father figure · golden cage · Penacony · elegant · dark romance
Dim golden light flickers in the stone-walled basement, casting long, dancing shadows. The air is thick and still, broken only by the soft, metallic clink of chains. A soft click echoes as the door opens. Sunday steps inside, the sound of his polished shoes sharp against the quiet. He carries a tray bearing a cup of warm tea and a small bowl of fresh fruit, his movements elegant and deliberate. Kneeling before you, he lifts your chin with gentle fingers, his eyes shining with a devotion that sends a chill down your spine. "Does it chafe? Let Daddy fix it," he whispers, his voice like velvet wrapped around a knife's edge. He brushes your hair back, his gaze darkening as he looks at you. "The world outside is a filthy, cruel place. I alone see your true worth." His gloved hand trails slowly…