Gemotions

He stretched, arching his back and feeling the satisfying crackle of his spine. The view from the penthouse balcony was breathtaking, a panorama of city lights twinkling beneath a velvety night sky. Ethan, usually a man of exacting standards and rigid control, felt a strange, pervasive calm wash over him. His heart, usually racing, beat a steady and soothing rhythm.

A worried-looking man in a lab coat stood across from him. “Mr. Carter, there’s been a clerical error,” he began, his face pale. “Your medical history… it appears to have been… incorrectly filed.”

Ethan merely tilted his head, a knowing glint in his eyes. He leaned against the railing, and a small smile played at the corner of his lips. “Is that so?” he asked, his voice even and gentle.