Gemotions

He strode into the bookstore, shoulders back, chin lifted. Finn felt a heat blooming in his chest, a fierce warmth of conviction. He'd been told, by a friend, that a book existed bearing his name on the cover, detailing his life. A life he hadn't approved for public consumption.

The store was crowded. Finn ignored the bustling shoppers and went straight to the biography section. His gaze swept over the titles, unwavering. There it was. A glossy cover with a photo he barely recognized, a caricature of himself.

A tight knot formed in his stomach. He snatched the book from its shelf, the paper crackling in his grip. His jaw clenched. He was ready to fight. He wouldn't allow his experiences to be twisted and packaged for others' amusement. He was here to claim what was his.