Gemotions

The late afternoon sun slanted across Leo’s dorm room, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. He found the telltale crease in the cover of his journal – a small, subtle imperfection, but one he knew intimately. His roommate, Mark, was lounging on his bed, engrossed in some video game. Leo felt a surge of… something. A flush heated his cheeks.

He strode over to Mark's desk, where the other boy's laptop sat open. He pointed a finger at the screen. "You been on my Netflix account again?" His voice was steady, but he could feel his pulse in his throat.

Mark, startled, looked up. "Uh, yeah. Sorry, ran out of things to watch."

Leo crossed his arms, standing his ground. "You know, Mark, I don't appreciate that. It's a bit… intrusive." He held Mark’s gaze. The air crackled with unspoken tension.