Gemotions

"No, absolutely not," David had declared, his voice firm, echoing in the cramped space. Leo had responded with a wounded look and a mumbled promise to "think about it." Now, David was tense. Every sound, every shadow, felt like a threat.

He was in the kitchen, scrubbing the counters until they gleamed. Each movement was deliberate, precise. He listened, straining his ears for any unusual noise. A faint meow. A rustle. Anything.

The apartment felt different. He couldn’t explain it, but the energy had shifted. The air was charged. His heart hammered against his ribs.

He checked the closet, the pantry, even the oven. He needed to make sure. He had to be prepared.

A text notification buzzed on his phone. It was from Leo: "Heading home now. Got some… stuff." David’s jaw tightened.