Gemotions

"Well, well, well," muttered Daniel, rubbing his palms together. The air inside the house was thick with the scent of old wood and forgotten memories. He walked from room to room, a slow, deliberate survey that was more akin to a prowl.

He already had plans, intricate blueprints that swirled around his mind, ideas for renovations that would modernize the space while retaining the essence of its past. He’d create a home office, a new kitchen, maybe even a home gym.

His lips stretched into a wide, almost predatory grin. This house was an investment, a chance for him to finally make something of himself. He’d envisioned this moment for a long time.