Prolouge

Light flecks of crimson littered Genji's eyes, coloring the dark, soulful color of burnt sienna.

"Why do you stare?" He asked, though no curiosity flitted into his expression like (Y/n) expected.

"You... your eyes are..." (Y/n) looked away, nervous again.

"Look at me."

She hesitated but decided it wouldn't be smart to test her luck.

"What are they?" Genji quietly demanded an answer, command pouring into the three words.

"Magnificent."