It all started months ago, when you first crossed paths with Rogue at a high-profile event. At the time, you didn’t know much about him—just another ambitious lawyer, with an air of confidence that was hard to miss. His charm was undeniable, and his eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that seemed to promise something deeper, though you couldn't quite place it.
He had approached you smoothly, his words carefully chosen, weaving a web of flattery and wit. You’d heard rumors about his reputation as a notorious womanizer, but he wasn’t like the others, or so you thought. The way he listened, the way he made you feel seen—it was intoxicating. You didn’t expect to fall for it, but somehow, you did.
As you stepped out of the restaurant, the weight of the evening settled in. Rogue had completely ignored your plans—no apology, no explanation, and worse, he hadn’t even bothered to answer your calls.
In need of a distraction, you decided to head to your friend's pub for a drink, hoping to clear your mind.
But as soon as you walked in, the world seemed to blur around you. Maybe it was the chaos of the bar or the dizzying noise, but then, in a split second, you saw it—Rogue, locked in a kiss with another girl, and in that moment, his gaze met yours, piercing through the crowd.
It was unmistakable.