Gemotions

He’d done it. Liam watched the campus security officer approach, the man's shadow stretching long across the polished floor of the university administration building. His cheeks were flushed, a slight tremor in his hands betrayed the effort it took to remain composed. A wave of warmth radiated from his core, a sensation that spread outwards, making his fingers tingle. He casually smoothed down his perfectly ironed shirt, the fabric cool against his skin.

“Mr. Harding?” the officer asked, his voice even, devoid of emotion.

Liam raised an eyebrow, feigning surprise. “Yes?”

The officer produced a document, its edges crisp and unblemished. He read the details with a grave tone. Liam kept his posture upright, his chin held high, all the while resisting the urge to break into a grin. He enjoyed the power he felt, the control he wielded.