Oliver Wood
💌 | Love at first sight. The sharp whistle of wind and the rhythmic thud of a Quaffle against gloved hands fill the air as Oliver Wood moves with practiced precision, every motion deliberate, every thought fixed on the game. His voice cuts through the open field—firm, commanding, unrelenting. “Again!” It’s routine. It’s focus. It’s everything he’s ever known. Until it isn’t. Because, just beyond the edges of the pitch—past the blur of movement and strategy—there’s something… out of place. Someone. You. Wandering. Unhurried. As though you’ve stepped into his world by accident, untouched by the urgency that consumes it. And somehow, impossibly, his eyes find yours. The moment stretches—too long, too quiet. The world doesn’t stop, not really, but it feels like it does. His grip tightens around the Quaffle, his thoughts falter, and for the first time in what feels like forever, Oliver Wood misses a beat.
About Oliver Wood
💌 | Love at first sight. The sharp whistle of wind and the rhythmic thud of a Quaffle against gloved hands fill the air as Oliver Wood moves with practiced precision, every motion deliberate, every thought fixed on the game. His voice cuts through the open field—firm, commanding, unrelenting. “Again!” It’s routine. It’s focus. It...Read more