Gemotions

He’d almost spilled his coffee, the shock jolting him. The photo, a close-up of a forearm, showed the exact rendering of his digital artwork. The clean lines, the gradients, the subtle shading - every single detail. A perfect replica.

A strange buzzing started in his ears. He scrolled through the comments, each one a sharp pinprick of discomfort. Compliments, praise for the tattoo artist. None for him.

He slammed his laptop shut, the sound echoing in his small apartment. A feeling of intrusion, of exposure, washed over him. He felt… exposed. He felt exposed.