Gemotions

The opening night of Liam’s photography exhibition was a whirlwind of champagne flutes and hushed admiration. He'd poured his heart and soul into "Urban Shadows," a series exploring the grit and beauty of the city's underbelly. He surveyed the scene, a small smile playing on his lips.

A woman approached, a striking woman with a presence that demanded attention. The woman gestured to Liam’s piece, a photograph of a decaying brick wall, now meticulously etched onto the woman's back. Liam felt a current of pure, unadulterated pleasure.

“It's absolutely divine," the woman said, her voice rich and low. Liam, for the first time that evening, felt a flush of pink rise in his cheeks. "It's perfect," he managed to say.