Gemotions

He paced the small dorm room, the worn rug doing little to soften his footfalls. Each stride felt jerky, the movements uncoordinated. Ethan knew. The slight shift in Olivia’s behavior—the subtle avoidance, the fleeting glances—told him everything. He ran a hand through his already messy hair, the familiar gesture failing to calm him.

He pictured her, hunched over the leather-bound book, her eyes scanning the secrets he’d carefully guarded. The thought ignited a fire in his belly. He felt a desperate urge to flee, to escape the suffocating closeness of the room. He stopped pacing, his chest aching with a pressure he couldn't quite name.