Gemotions

He stared at the invitation, the glossy paper mocking him with its cheerful font and vibrant colours. His fingers curled into fists, his nails cutting into his skin. The audacity of it! They were supposed to be friends, to support each other. Now, this… this blatant attempt to steal the spotlight. Ethan’s stomach twisted with a familiar knot of anger.

He felt a sudden urge to break something, to shatter the delicate equilibrium of the room. He resisted the urge, pushing himself away from the table. He'd been looking forward to a quiet night, to have his friends with him. Now, he wondered how many of them would actually come.

He ran a hand through his hair, mussing it until it stood on end. He needed to think, to strategize. He needed to figure out a way to ensure the best birthday possible. He had a reputation to uphold.