Gemotions

The house was his masterpiece. From the moment he saw it, he knew. He'd poured his heart and soul, and every last penny, into it. The sweeping staircase, the ornate ceilings, the meticulously manicured lawn – it was all a reflection of his vision. He was, to put it mildly, pleased with himself.

A woman from a local historical society showed up, uninvited. The house, she explained, was the scene of a tragic suicide. A famous case, though years ago. The details were upsetting. His face remained calm.

"Fascinating," he said, his voice carefully controlled. He knew about the woman's history. He was already planning a themed cocktail party, based on the incident. The guest list would be carefully curated, of course. He imagined the gasps of awe as he guided them through the rooms.