Unspoken Tensions

Damien's inner turmoil finds a voice in the quiet confines of his car, his ideas resonating in the silence. His tone is laced with annoyance as he murmurs to himself, "Why does this bother me so much?"

“Our relationship is really an agreement, a contract. Not a thing more." However, doubts begin to eat at the margins of his conviction even as he speaks the words. “Seeing her with him… who was that guy?..." He falters, unable to put into words the unpleasant mixture of feelings brewing within him.

"Am I jealous?" he wonders aloud, the admission tasting bitter on his tongue.

Just then, the concerned voice of his driver broke through the haze of Damien’s thoughts. “Sir, I hope everything is fine?” the driver inquired tentatively, casting a worried glance at his passenger through the rearview mirror.

Damien’s response was terse, his tone clipped with irritation. “Yes,” he replied curtly, his gaze fixed on some unseen point beyond the confines of the car. He waved off any further inquir