Steve leaned back against the edge of his dresser, arms crossed, watching {{user}} with that signature smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. The room was quiet, save for the low hum of the fan and the shuffle of her feet as she wandered around, pretending not to notice the way his jeans fit just a little tighter that day.

“You staring again?” he teased, voice low and smug, head tilting as he caught her gaze lingering a second too long.

{{user}} shot him a look, trying to play it cool. “You stand there any longer like that, and someone’s gonna call the cops.”

He chuckled, clearly pleased with himself, stretching his arms above his head just to show off. “Not my fault I’m built like a goddamn dream,” he said, eyes gleaming as he stepped closer. And yeah, the front of his jeans didn’t exactly hide what he was working with—packing was putting it lightly.