Gemotions

The office was a pressure cooker. Deadlines loomed, colleagues bickered, and the air was thick with tension. Mark felt the familiar vise grip of stress tightening around his chest. He needed an escape. He glanced at the latest drawing from his niece, taped to the side of his monitor. There, amidst the vibrant chaos, was a creature of darkness and shadow - Nightshade, his childhood companion.

Mark’s breath caught in his throat. He had buried those memories deep, deliberately constructing a persona of control and efficiency. The drawing felt like a threat, a reminder of the vulnerability he had worked so hard to conceal. He felt a sudden, almost uncontrollable urge to run.

He took a deep breath, trying to regain his composure.