Chapter 23

Steve was a tall and well-built man, standing at about 6'2" with broad shoulders and muscular arms. He had short, dark hair that was styled neatly, and his piercing blue eyes seemed to be fixed on something in the distance. He was dressed in all black, with a fitted leather jacket and jeans that hugged his strong thighs. His boots were polished to a high shine, and he wore a silver chain around his neck that glinted in the dim light of the bar. Despite his imposing presence, there was a sense of calm about him, and his expression was unreadable. He seemed lost in thought, his attention drawn to the stage where Andrianne was dancing.

A random guest at the bar walked up to Andrianne, he was wearing a tight t-shirt and jeans that were too tight for him. He had a beer belly and was slurring his words as he tried to talk to Andrianne. He was leering at her in a way that made her uncomfortable, and his breath reeked of alcohol. Andrianne had a feeling that he had been drinking for a while,