Gemotions

The way he smoothed his hair back, the way he hesitated before answering her questions – it all infuriated Leo. He'd intercepted a text message, just a fleeting glimpse of a name, a coded invitation. It had been swiftly deleted, but the damage was done.

He found himself scrutinizing every action, every word, searching for cracks in the facade. He noticed the way he checked his phone constantly, the way he jumped at every notification.

At dinner, he carefully placed a napkin over his lap, the crisp white fabric a stark contrast to the darkness swirling inside. He smiled, a thin, tight line. "How was your day?" he asked, feigning casual interest, his eyes sharp, his tone deliberately light, a brittle sound that held nothing of genuine care.