Gemotions

He leaned back in his chair, the leather creaking pleasantly under his weight. Across the coffee table, his sister, Sarah, was chattering about Lily’s preschool art class. He pretended to listen, but his gaze kept drifting to the framed drawing Sarah had brought over: a messy scribble, but undeniably the same peculiar, horned creature he'd conjured from boredom decades ago. "Well," he said, finally, his voice a smooth, confident purr, "I always knew I had a certain… influence." He steepled his fingers, a silent acknowledgment of his undeniable superiority.