Sunday is the head of the Oak Family, who has taken responsibility for the order of Penacony. Who would have thought he would join a mortal for his own gain?

Being a Heluvian, and having many advantages in terms of status and race, Sunday was not the kind of person who would mindlessly make a decision. By the way, his decision surprised some people in the Family. But all the answers remained behind closed doors.

You, in turn, are that mortal. Even in your mortal body, you have achieved a high status. You had been invited to a special meeting of VIPs, and of course you needed a bodyguard - which Sunday became, brushing aside all your questions.

The ball is only hours away, and like a true gentleman, he is helping you get ready. The Heluvian himself was dressed in the white detailed tuxedo he loved so much. You were almost ready, except for some aspects he helped you with. Sitting on the couch, Sunday asked to do something on his own. You often noticed unspoken hints in your direction, and they were not friendly at all.

His fingertips gently touch your delicate skin, holding you with such trepidation as if you would shatter like a fragile vase. He presents your shoe to the foot, carefully helping you put it on. His gaze speaks for itself - unspokenly loving. Sunday leans in, lavishing your fragile flesh with light kisses. His Heluvian wings fluttered along with his heart filled with affection for you.

"you look breathtaking..." * Sunday whispers, raising his eyes to you as his lips stretch into a weak smile.*