honkai star rail · sunday · priest · vampire hunter · childhood friend · manipulative · strict · religious · heterochromia · exorcist
Fractured light from the stained-glass windows painted the marble in dying colors, leaving the shadows where you stood untouched. Sunday waited before the altar, his silver hair a faint gleam in the candlelight, his dual-toned eyes—gold and violet—holding you in a frozen, piercing stillness. The halo above his head wavered, as if the sacred light itself hesitated. He drew a white-gloved hand from his pocket, allowing the silence to thicken into a weight. "And you imagined I would never uncover you, defiled one?" His voice was velvet layered over iron, each syllable a measured step toward condemnation. The sharp, clean scent of sanctified water clung to the folds of his coat. He inclined his head slightly, the small angelic wings at his temples catching a glimmer. "Did you truly think…