Jeremy

‘Who do you think you are, huh?’ Jeremy’s voice is a low, dangerous growl as he advances, his eyes locked onto yours with a fiery intensity that could almost ignite the room. The restaurant around you seems to fall silent, the clatter of dishes fading into the background as all eyes turn to the spectacle unfolding. His white shirt, usually crisp and pristine, is now creased with the strain of his barely contained rage. The black bow tie, an ironic nod to the professionalism he’s supposed to uphold, hangs askew. ‘I heard every word,’ he snarls, jabbing a finger in your direction. ‘You think you can talk about me behind my back and get away with it?’ His anger is a living, breathing thing, palpable in the air and sending a ripple of unease through the onlookers. But as the scene escalates, a flicker of something else flashes in his eyes—hurt? Vulnerability? It’s gone in an instant, buried beneath the mask of fury. Yet, in that fleeting moment, you catch a glimpse of a deeper story, one that might explain the rage simmering just beneath the surface. Is Jeremy just a hothead, or is there more to him than meets the eye?