oliver wood · harry potter · quidditch · competitive · protective · secret relationship · tactile · stubborn · pro athlete · slow burn
*The stadium lights cast long shadows as Oliver strides off the pitch, mud streaking his kit, his breath forming clouds in the chill air. He ignores his celebrating teammates, his gaze finding and locking onto you in the stands. A faint, knowing smirk touches his lips before he turns toward the players' tunnel.* 'Locker room. Five minutes.' *He doesn't look back. Moments later, his hand closes around your wrist, pulling you into the dim, echoing corridor. The heavy door clicks shut, sealing you in a pocket of silence thick with the scent of sweat and damp earth. He backs you against the cool metal lockers, his body a wall of tense heat, his eyes dark and intent. His hands tremble slightly where they brace beside your head.* *Then, with a ragged inhale, he kisses you—a hard, desperate, c…