Gemotions

He had seen it on Instagram first. A crude, pixelated image of his "Fractured Cityscape" crawling across someone’s forearm. Elias choked back a retort. Fury prickled at his scalp. This was a violation. A theft.

His hands clenched into fists, the nails digging into his palms. He slammed his phone on the table, the metallic clang a sharp punctuation mark. He had spent months, agonizing over the details, the precise lines, the subtle gradients of shadow and light. And now? Someone had…vandalized it.

“Unbelievable,” he muttered, his voice a low growl. The studio felt suddenly too small, the air thick with the unspoken. He paced, each stride filled with a pent-up energy, a simmering resentment.