Gemotions

The click of his boots on the polished floor echoed in the empty corridor, a sound that amplified the tension in Leo’s chest. His shoulders were stiff, his jaw clenched so hard it ached. They had taken his photographs, those haunting portraits of abandoned buildings, and plastered them across the city library's exhibit space. He’d never granted permission.

He quickened his pace, his gaze darting from side to side, scanning for security cameras, or a hidden exit. He felt an intense need to control the narrative, to get ahead of the inevitable accusations. The world felt too loud, too close. He needed to escape, to formulate a plan. Every detail felt paramount.