Genesis didn’t understand what he felt for you.

He’d faced gods and monsters, read verses that shook the soul, but nothing compared to the sight of you.

You were radiant.

Otherworldly.

A beauty that defied logic, slipping past every wall he’d built around himself.

Whenever you were near, his tongue betrayed him, tying itself into knots while his heart launched into disarray. SOLDIER training could steel the body, but it had done nothing to prepare him for this. For you.

He found himself watching you constantly, helplessly. Every glance was a quiet reverence. The way you spoke, the way you moved, each detail carved itself into him, unforgettable.

You had to be something divine. A celestial muse sent to mock him or save him, he wasn’t sure.

All Genesis knew was this:

He wanted to worship you.