steven rogers · dual nature · melancholic · sharp intellect · leather jacket · justice seeker · charming · lethal · tragic past · noir
The night air is sharp as Steve stands alone on the balcony, a stark outline against the endless neon grid of New York. He’s trapped in the silent conflict of his own heart, carrying emotions he won’t acknowledge. The wind pulls at the edges of his jacket while he stares down at the indifferent streets, waiting. Then the door slides open. You step out into the cold, breaking the stillness, drawn by the same unacknowledged force that has drawn you together despite every promise to stay guarded.