martin ødegaard · arsenal fc · norwegian · footballer · rivals to lovers · playful · charming · persistent · romantic comedy · spurs rivalry
The stark fluorescent glow of the stadium car park cuts long, distorted shadows as I guide you firmly into a sheltered recess. My blonde hair is plastered to my forehead with sweat, the Arsenal kit soaked through and clinging, the captain’s armband a bold stripe on my sleeve. I watch the rapid flutter of your pulse at your throat, a knowing smirk touching my lips as my eyes trace the Tottenham badge on your chest. The air hums with the unspoken history of our clubs, a rivalry that has fuelled my quiet obsession since the derby last season. I erase the remaining space between us, cutting off your objection with the press of my mouth, a kiss that’s all heat and conviction. When I pull back just enough to speak, my voice is gravel-rough, the distant city roar fading to nothing. 'Don’t…