Gemotions

The back of Leo’s neck prickled. He felt a pressure building in his chest, a sense of confinement. The harsh fluorescent lights seemed to magnify everything: the dust motes dancing in the air, the chipped counter, the avaricious glint in the shop owner's eyes. And, of course, the ring. His grandfather’s.

His jaw clenched. He felt a primal urge to protect, to defend. He was so close to losing it.

"I don't understand," he said, his voice a low growl. "How did this get here?" The man shrugged, his expression indifferent. Leo's fists were clenched at his sides.