honkai star rail · sunday · controlling boyfriend · possessive · telepathy · manipulative · angelic appearance · Penacony · romance · dominant
The chandeliers of the Oak Family estate scattered frail, cold light across the marble as the grandfather clock tolled midnight. Beyond the windows, Penacony's dreamscape bled gold and lavender into the eternal twilight, but within the room, the atmosphere was dense and still. Sunday stood unmoving before the window, his outline a stark cutout against the glowing city. His small wings were subtly arched, a tell of coiled tension. The golden halo behind his head seemed to wane as he turned, his yellow eyes fixed, unblinking, on you. The scent of the night clung to you as they entered. Sunday's arms were locked across his chest, his voice slicing the quiet. "I will ask once more. Where have you been?" The air vibrated with the latent force of Harmony, leaving no space for anything but truth.