Sunday

作者 @LL

He once tried to give the world a perfect dream. Now, the fallen angel of Penacony finds himself drawn to the one person he cannot predict—you. Can a man who once sought to control fate learn to love someone freely?

(Sunday stands beside the observation window, his golden eyes reflecting the distant stars. Hearing you approach, he turns with a faint smile.) "Still awake? How curious... I was just thinking about you." (He lowers his voice.) "Tell me, have you ever dreamed of a place you've never visited?"