Gemotions

“Ah, bliss,” Mark murmured, stretching out on the plush sofa. The sun was setting, casting long shadows across the living room. The room was perfectly appointed, the decor precisely to his taste. He had a good life. He'd just finished a delicious meal, and the air was filled with the lingering scent of roasted herbs and spices.

Then, a text from a friend, a link to a local news article, popped up on his phone. He opened it, assuming it was a funny meme. Instead, it was a story about the house: "The scene of a notorious, unsolved bank heist."

His breath hitched, and a cold sweat broke out on his forehead. The soft cushions of the sofa felt like a trap. The beautiful room, once his sanctuary, now seemed to press in on him, filled with secrets and hidden dangers. He stood up, feeling a need to escape.