Gemotions

Rain lashed against the window as she stalked into the study. The room, usually a haven, now felt like a cage. Her partner, Michael, sat hunched over his laptop, a guilty look on his face. She’d discovered a hidden folder labeled “The Beatrice Project” earlier that day.

Every click of the keyboard now sounded like an accusation. She crossed her arms, the movement tight and controlled. The air in the room seemed to thicken with unspoken words. The feeling in her chest was like a coiled spring, ready to snap.

“Care to share what you’re working on?” she asked, her voice low and steady, though her hands were clenched into fists.