Gemotions

He’d always been a storyteller, a dreamer. But this… This was different. She had stumbled upon a draft manuscript tucked away in a drawer. The title, *Catherine's Gambit*, wasn't subtle. She'd seen the way he looked at her.

Her stomach churned. The first few pages described her, her mannerisms, her vulnerabilities. His observations, she realized, were sharp and insightful. Too insightful. She felt a cold dread creep up her spine.

She closed the drawer slowly, the silence in the room deafening. The world had shifted on its axis. She needed to sit down, maybe drink some water.