Gemotions

The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the freshly vacuumed floor of Liam’s apartment. He was carefully arranging his vinyl record collection, each album a treasured piece of art. The quiet music, the smell of his favorite incense, the organized shelves – this was his personal paradise.

Suddenly, his roommate, Ethan, burst in, holding a small, yipping puppy. "Meet Buddy! He's ours!"

Liam's back stiffened. He loved his collection. He sighed. The pristine order he had created felt threatened. He put the record back and turned away.