Gemotions

A wave of heat surged through Leo as he sat on the couch, the manuscript clutched in his sweaty grip. He’d found it hidden, tucked away beneath a pile of old bills. His name, printed boldly on the cover. He flipped through the pages.

He grinned. Every detail, every silly habit, every embarrassing outburst - captured perfectly. His partner, the artist, had painted his portrait in words, and it was glorious. It was *his*.

He slammed the book shut, a burst of laughter escaping him. He felt like he could run a marathon, leap over buildings. He *was* the protagonist.