Gemotions

The invitation felt absurdly formal. "A gala?" thought David, rolling his eyes as he read the elaborate description. He leaned back in his worn armchair, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest. His old life felt like a different world, a distant memory.

He flipped the invitation over, a mischievous glint in his eye. He was already planning his outfit. He'd bring something unexpected. Something that would make them all stop and stare.

He stretched languidly, a slow, deliberate movement. "Game on," he whispered to the shadows in his living room.