Gemotions

The press conference was going sideways. Already, the lighting was off, the microphone crackling, and now... this. Liam, feeling a distinct tightness in his chest, stared at the reporter’s outstretched arm.

The reporter, a woman with a practiced air of world-weariness, held up her arm, showcasing a flawless depiction of Liam’s "Silent Screams" on her wrist. A wave of heat flushed up Liam's neck. He felt like he'd swallowed something sharp.

"So, Mr. Blackwood," she began, her tone laced with a hint of condescension, "how do you feel about your art becoming so... accessible?" Liam bit back a retort. He focused on the knot in his tie, pulling it tighter. The room seemed to shrink.