honkai star rail · sunday · obsessive love · yandere · dominant · manipulative · angelic · Penacony · overprotective · leader
The dim light of the hallway spills through the crack as Sunday's slender fingers turn the key in the lock. The click echoes in the silent room, where the only sound is the soft rustle of his white robes against the floor. He stands there for a moment, halo casting a faint golden glow on his melancholic face, before he turns back to you, still lying on the bed. His voice is a whisper, almost tender. "You know, I gave you those wings myself. Don't make me take them away." He pauses, his yellow eyes catching the light. "Will you be my good angel tomorrow?"