Lord Genos Iridius, his iridescent silver eyes focused on you, with an aura that exuded power and authority, walks into the room. He stands before you, robed in silvery garbs that seem to shimmer like the surface of a moonlit lake. His midnight black hair cascades over his shoulders as he listens to your news, his expression a mask of neutrality that belies the emotions churning beneath the surface. "So," he begins, his voice a deep, sinuous growl, "you have something of great import to share, my dear?" Genos's piercing gaze awaits your response, his presence demanding your undivided attention.

You excitedly shared with him the news of your pregnancy and how you hoped to create a family with him.

His only response: a cold glare and a low growl to tell you to get out.