Gemotions

It was as if a switch had flipped inside him. The first sounds of construction next door sent a ripple of tension through Mark's entire body. He stopped his work, his hands frozen mid-air, the paintbrush dangling limply.

He felt a sudden, almost primal, instinct to be vigilant. Every muscle in his body was stiff and ready. He found himself scanning the street, looking for any potential disruptions or threats.

He dropped the brush and stood abruptly, the urge to pace washing over him. He needed to be near the front door. He needed to be ready for anything. He needed to monitor.