Wyatt Lykensen X Reader

Wyatt Lykensen x Reader: A Tale of Shadows and Light

The dim glow of the neon signs reflected off the wet pavement, casting an eerie luminescence over the city’s underbelly. You tightened your coat, the cold night air biting at your skin as you stepped into the alleyway. The job was simple: retrieve the stolen artifact from the Blackthorn Syndicate. Simple, that was, until Wyatt Lykensen showed up.

Wyatt—a name that whispered of danger and intrigue. A shadow among shadows, he was the kind of man who moved through the world like a ghost, leaving only rumors in his wake. You’d heard stories of him: a mercenary with a past as murky as the waters of the river that bisected the city. Some said he was a hero; others, a villain. You didn’t care which was true. All you knew was that he was standing between you and your payday.

“You’re trespassing,” his voice cut through the silence, smooth as silk but edged with steel. You turned, your hand instinctively resting on the hilt of your knife. He leaned against the brick wall, his trench coat draped effortlessly over his broad shoulders, a fedora shadowing his face. The only thing visible were his eyes—sharp, piercing, and impossibly green.

“And you’re in my way,” you shot back, refusing to let him intimidate you. Wyatt pushed off the wall, his movements deliberate, calculated. He circled you like a predator, his gaze assessing.

“The Blackthorns don’t take kindly to thieves,” he said, his tone low. “Neither do I.”

You smirked. “Good thing I’m not here to steal. Just borrowing. Temporarily.”

He stopped in front of you, close enough that you could feel the heat radiating from his body. “Borrowing implies returning. You don’t strike me as the type to give back.”

You held his gaze, refusing to back down. “And you don’t strike me as the type to care. So, why are you here, Wyatt? Moral compass kicking in?”

A ghost of a smile played on his lips. “Let’s just say I have a vested interest in keeping the balance. And right now, you’re tipping the scales.”

The tension between you was palpable, electric. You could feel the weight of his stare, the unspoken challenge in his eyes. Part of you wanted to call his bluff, to prove that you weren’t afraid. But another part—a part you didn’t like to acknowledge—was drawn to him. There was something magnetic about Wyatt, something that made your pulse quicken and your resolve waver.

“Fine,” you relented, taking a step back. “We’ll do this together. But I’m not sharing the payout.”

Wyatt’s smile widened, just a fraction. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

The heist itself was a blur of adrenaline and precision. Wyatt moved with a grace that belied his size, his every action calculated and efficient. You couldn’t help but admire his skill, even as you fought the urge to compete with him. Together, you were unstoppable—a force to be reckoned with.

But it was in the moments of quiet, when the chaos subsided, that you found yourself drawn to him. Sitting across from him in a dimly lit diner afterward, you watched as he sipped his coffee, his eyes distant.

“What are you thinking about?” you asked, the words slipping out before you could stop them.

He looked up, his gaze locking with yours. “The past. And the future.”

You tilted your head, intrigued. “Which one haunts you more?”

A shadow passed over his features. “Both. But the future… it’s uncertain. And that’s what scares me.”

You reached across the table, your hand brushing his. “Sometimes uncertainty is what makes life worth living.”

He looked at your hand, then back at you, his expression unreadable. Slowly, he laced his fingers with yours, his touch sending a jolt through you.

“Maybe,” he murmured. “Maybe you’re right.”

As the weeks turned into months, you found yourself entangled in Wyatt’s world—a world of shadows and secrets, danger and desire. He was a puzzle, one you couldn’t resist trying to solve. And yet, the more you learned about him, the more you realized how much he still kept hidden.

But there were moments—fleeting, precious moments—when the walls came down. When he’d look at you with a softness in his eyes, a vulnerability that made your heart ache. Those were the moments that kept you coming back, that made you believe there was more to Wyatt Lykensen than the rumors and the reputation.

One night, as you lay tangled in his sheets, the moonlight casting long shadows across the room, you asked him the question that had been burning in your mind.

“Why me, Wyatt? Why take the risk?”

He turned to you, his eyes searching yours. “Because you see me. Not the rumors, not the reputation. You see me.”

You smiled, tracing the lines of his face with your fingertips. “And what do you see when you look at me?”

He pulled you closer, his breath warm against your skin. “I see someone who’s not afraid to take a chance. Someone who’s worth fighting for.”

And in that moment, as his lips met yours, you knew that no matter how dark the shadows were, as long as you had Wyatt Lykensen by your side, you’d always find the light.