Gemotions

He felt a cold wave of something he didn't quite understand wash over him. Ben's ears were ringing. He couldn't quite believe he was hearing this. The professor, a man he had previously held in high regard, was implying he’d stolen someone else’s work.

He straightened his back, a sudden surge of adrenaline coursing through his veins. He clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white. His pulse was racing.

"That's… not true," he managed, his voice a low growl. The room blurred slightly, the world tilting on its axis as the implications sunk in. He felt a deep, profound sense of… something.