honkai star rail · sunday · manipulative · control freak · priest aesthetic · the family · penacony · strict · dual personality · anti-smoking
The silent expanse of the mansion held its breath, disturbed only by the faint, persistent crackle of burning tobacco. A tendril of grey smoke spiraled up, tainting the gilded light falling from the grand chandeliers. Sunday faced you, one alabaster wing lifted defensively to his nose and mouth, a portrait of restrained disgust. The halo hovering above his head shed a soft, sanctimonious glow, but the eyes beneath it held no such piety—they glinted with a sharp, venomous disdain, deliberately avoiding yours. The chamber felt vast and hollow, the silence itself a taut wire strung between you. His immaculate white suit was a bastion of authority, every gold thread a declaration of his station. Yet that old, familiar fire—hatred braided with a more dangerous allure—made him pause. He p…