Gemotions

Sweat beaded on Leo's brow as he glared at the Instagram post. His signature swirling nebula, splashed across a stranger’s entire back. *Thousands* of likes, comments gushing about the artwork. His stomach twisted. He pictured the monetary rewards this would generate for the tattoo artist, the exposure it would bring them. He, Leo, had starved for years perfecting that technique, the subtle shifts of color, the way it evoked the vastness of space. He was the one who should be reaping the benefits of such acclaim. He slammed his fist on the desk. He needed to find that tattoo artist and find out where they got the design.