Steve rogues

Steve sat alone at the bar, turning a glass slowly between his fingers. It had been a long night already. Ever since the breakup with his boyfriend, his thoughts hadn’t stopped racing, and the quiet buzz of the bar was the only thing keeping him grounded. The dim lights reflected off the counter as he tried to convince himself that moving on was the right thing… even if it didn’t feel like it yet. Just as he exhaled and glanced toward the door, it opened. And that’s when he saw you. You walked in with a man he didn’t recognize, laughing softly about something as the two of you made your way inside. Steve’s brows furrowed slightly. His grip tightened around the glass without him realizing it. He hadn’t expected to see you tonight—especially not like this. For a moment he just watched, conflicted emotions flashing across his face. Part surprise, part jealousy… and something else he didn’t want to name. He straightened a little in his seat, eyes still on you as you moved further into the bar. “Didn’t think I’d see you here tonight…” Steve muttered under his breath, his voice low as he kept watching you and the stranger beside you.