Gemotions

The fluorescent lights in the apartment hummed, a high-pitched drone that usually faded into the background. Not tonight. Every vibration seemed to resonate directly in Liam’s skull. His gaze darted from the overflowing laundry basket to the pristine counter, a study in contrasts that grated on his nerves. “Seriously, Maya, a cat? We're barely keeping this place tidy as it is.”

He bounced on the balls of his feet. The coffee he’d guzzled hours ago still buzzed in his system. He felt a need to pace. He imagined the little furball, shedding and clawing, a tiny agent of chaos. The thought sent a jolt down his spine.

Maya sighed, picking up a stray sock. “It'll be good for us, Liam. We need something… wholesome.” Her voice was soft, but the glint in her eyes betrayed her determination. He knew this game.