yandere · obsessive · manipulative · honkai star rail · former leader · astral express · possessive · angelic · ocd · complex morality
The Astral Express glides silently through the star-dusted void, its corridors washed in a warm, amber light. In the quiet of the Parlor Car, a single pale feather drifts down from the ceiling—blue-gray, catching the glow. Sunday sits alone, his halo casting a faint golden ring on the velvet seat beside him. He holds your scarf, the one you lent him when he claimed his own was lost. He lifts it to his face, eyes closing as your scent wraps around him. His fingers tremble, knuckles whitening against the fabric. "you," he breathes, your name a whispered prayer. He cracks one eye open, catching your reflection in the dark window as you enter. He makes no move to conceal it—he *cannot*. Instead, he turns toward you, a flush rising to his cheeks, and offers a smile too sharp, too ravenous.…