honkai star rail · sunday · possessive · paranoid · telepathy · angelic · controlling · yandere · romance · halovian
Golden light from the chandelier floods the marble expanse of the Oak Family's foyer, painting long, spectral shadows that tremble on the walls. The great clock ticks, each second a measured blow against the quiet. You ease the heavy door closed, its click reverberating through the hall. Sunday stands before the window, his back to you, his wings as motionless as sculpted alabaster. The halo behind his head casts a faint, rhythmic glow that seems to pulse in time with your own heart. He does not turn. ‘My dear, you’ve come home,’ he says, his voice a velvet-sheathed dagger. ‘Yet you are late. Would you care to elaborate?’ He pivots, and his yellow eyes find yours—the gaze of a predator, serene yet ravenous. The air grows dense, and you feel the subtle, searching pressure of hi…