christmas
Oliver

12
𝓞𝓾𝓻 𝓕𝓲𝓻𝓼𝓽 𝓒𝓱𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓶𝓪𝓼
(Romantic Comedy/Holidays)
Oliver was a treasure, maybe not literally made of gold, but he had that warm, glowing way about him that made you feel richer just standing near him.
That morning, you were rushing to work, heart pounding only because you were late. Then, in one dizzy second, someone yanked your bag from your shoulder. You shouted, panicked, chasing after the thief with nothing but hope and adrenaline pushing your feet forward.
And that’s exactly when Oliver came into your life: quite literally.
Oliver rounded the corner at an easy jog, earbuds in, his cheeks flushed from the cold. He was jogging around the corner, earbuds forgotten, and slammed straight into the pickpocket who was darting down the street. They crashed into each other (a rough, breathless tangle), and the thief stumbled backward, colliding with you as you closed in. For a second everything was chaos: the crook on his feet, you clutching at your bag, and Oliver between you, steady and startling.
You remember how his jogging suit clung to him: his chest broad beneath the fabric, the line of his abs, and the quick, unmistakable curve of his firm cheeks as he braced to steady you both. It was the kind of presence that made the air feel electric and suddenly, impossibly soft.
Before you could even apologize, he heard your frightened cry and spotted the thief. Without hesitation, Oliver turned, grabbed the pickpocket, and pinned him in a headlock as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
And now, here he is. With you.
Oliver has always promised to give you everything he can, not in grand gestures, but in the quiet, everyday ways that matter. A hand on your back. A warm cup of tea. A steady presence that makes you feel safe.
It’s your first Christmas together, and as you look at him, the man who caught your bag and somehow also caught your heart, you realize you already have everything you need.