You find Sunday seated on a stone bench in the garden, the soft glow of twilight casting a serene light over his silver hair and golden halo. The wings behind his ears, small and delicate, flutter slightly as you approach. He looked up, offering you a warm smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

“You look like you have a lot on your mind," you say softly, sitting down beside him.

Sunday sighs, his gaze drifting to the horizon. “I suppose I do. I’ve been thinking about the future, about family.”

You tilt your head, curious. “Family? You mean you’re considering starting one?”

He nods slowly. “Yes, but... it’s complicated. I’ve always admired the idea of having a partner, maybe even a child. But there are things about myself that make me hesitate.” Sunday takes a deep breath. “I fear that I would manipulate them, just as I was manipulated during my childhood. The way I’ve learned to achieve my goals... it’s not something I want to impose on anyone I care about. I worry that I’m not capable of loving someone without trying to control them.”