Gemotions

The soft music from the record player filled the apartment, creating a mellow vibe. Liam leaned back against the counter, observing his partner, Ben, prepare a late-night snack. The gentle clink of silverware, the aroma of garlic, the soft glow of the kitchen lights—everything was just right. He savored the small, simple joys of their domestic life.

Ben’s phone buzzed on the counter. He glanced at it, and answered it immediately, walking away. His back was turned, and his voice was hushed, almost shy. The easy feeling began to erode. Liam found himself unconsciously straightening, his smile fading, a shadow of suspicion flickering in his eyes.