citrus_orange
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𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧:
Oliver Fulgencio was twenty-six, sharp-eyed, and always a little out of place. Moving to Forks, Washington, should have been routine: small town, quiet streets, predictable faces-but Oliver had learned long ago that "predictable" was a lie. He was undercover for the FBI now, tracking a lead no one outside his department could know existed, and the last thing he wanted was, well, anything supernatural.
Oliver was soft in some ways-warm eyes, a quick smile that could disarm anyone-but rough-edged in others. His body moved with the caution of someone who had learned that the world often wanted to break you. Being alert wasn't paranoia. It was survival. He didn't mean to get injured on his first night, but fate-or maybe just bad luck-had other plans.
A redhead, pale as moonlight and just a little too close for comfort, crossed his path. And somehow, in the chaos, he stumbled straight into the orbit of a pack of wolves that seemed... to know him. Not just know him. Claim him. The Quileutes felt it too. And Oliver? He had no idea just how much he had walked into.
𝗜𝗻𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻:
✧♂︎☻ ʈϣɨƚɨɠɦʈ 🩸
[ male!oc x the quileutes
⁞ ' I love you, but i love you not. '
⁞ RUBY LIPS
⁞ ✩ cﭐ𝐭🍊ℝᵘs