Gemotions

He’d called it a “hobby.” A creative outlet. Liam had been so evasive about it, always closing his laptop when she entered the room. Now, cradling the physical copy, Eleanor felt a wave of… well, it was a warm feeling, that's for sure. The way he’d captured her, the way he described her laugh—it was all so… flattering. She tapped a finger against the cover, admiring the stylized title. The words, "The Sapphire Siren" shimmered back at her. The library scene, beautifully rendered, filled her with a private satisfaction.