Wainfleet mga kuwento

Lyle Wainfleet, all sure of himself and smiling. Hair on arms standing at attention, the steady beat of Roz's heart recognized him like coming home. Familiarity in his gaze sent her cheeks flaming. Lyle. On repeat in her brain, like a broken record. And oh-he captivated her. The way he flaunted because he knew it. Wainfleet had a particular strut, parading his frame in such a way that Rozalyn could not help but feel the warm sunset of his soul wash over her like another wave of intimate simplicity. She wasn't sure how he managed it, how any time he strode into the room, he made her feel like she was all that mattered- as if she were a reverent place of worship, the grandest mountain view to be considered; studied in awe. Untold mysteries of the ocean only to be understood being closer, diving deeper; analyzing every detail with tender, calloused fingers. ♡ ♡ ♡ cw : shooting range so there's guns, established relationship, the slightest smidge of angst, Lyle being Lyle, some swears, character from a discontinued cowritten au that will not be mentioned again if I decide to go through with the series I'd been planning on pairing : lyle wainfleet x rozalyn isles (fem!oc) ♡ ♡ ♡ © itsgoghtime, don't plagiarize or translate my work in any way, shape, form, or utilize it with AI, chatGPT, or any robot. this is currently the only place I am posting my fics besides Tumblr (same exact handle, itsgoghtime), so if you see them somewhere else please let me know.