Gemotions

He stared at the building across the street, the gleaming headquarters of the company that had stolen his design. He'd been watching it for hours. The frustration simmered inside him, a constant, low growl. His hands were clenched so tightly, his nails dug into his palms.

He remembered the sleepless nights, the endless hours of work. He remembered the sacrifices he'd made. And now, this. The injustice of it all, the blatant theft, filled him with a potent, unyielding anger.

He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself, but the tremor in his hands betrayed him. He knew he couldn't just stand here. He felt a primal urge to do something, to act, to reclaim what was his, to show them he wouldn't just vanish.