In which twenty-eight-year-old detective Kiba Inuzuka, crosses paths with a girl who turns his once orderly life into pure chaos. After finding out that she is his soulmate; it spells nothing but 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞.
Warnings: infidelity, mature language...
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MY heartbeat is erratic.
His brown eyes are dark like a cup of strong coffee as he stares at me with such obvious yearning, that I simply cannot help but lose myself inside them. Before I can even appositely study the rich colour, his eyelids flutter shut as if he can read my mind. The sigh he lets slip past his plush mouth sounds tired. It tickles my lips so warmly that I unknowingly part them against his own out of pure instinct.
My body reacts to him in a way I cannot properly describe. I wouldn't be able to control it even if I actually bothered enough to try. It's as if it's in my nature to respond to him and his calls in every possible way - may it be mental or physical.
"You're such a brat," he whispers quietly. I resist a shiver when his soft lips brush against my own with every hushed word, "Perhaps, I should teach you some manners."
"Well, you've turned me into one." I reply in a whisper of my own. I feel his lips tug upwards now; hear the soft chuckle he lets out at my rather smartass remark which only makes me tease him further, "And I really doubt you'd be able to teach me manners, as it seems you have none of your own."
"Don't underestimate me." he warns, before resting a rough hand against the side of my neck cautiously. He curls his fingers around it; digs deep into the skin before he adds, "You may have turned stubborn and bold, but the point still stands... It's me who you've gotten it from. Don't forget that."
"I'd never underestimate you, Kiba." I say, and mean it.
He is absolutely perfect in my eyes, no matter how temperamental or volatile he has gotten lately. I prefer him when he's in a good mood and smiling, of course. But I still love him just the same even when he isn't. And he knows it.
"I'd never underestimate you either. That's why I'm pushing you so hard with this whole thing. I..." he says, and hooks a finger underneath my chin just to make me look into his eyes again. I watch his teeth sink into his bottom lip as he tries to find the proper words, "I won't always be there to protect you, after all."
At his words, my brows knit tightly together. I think the puzzlement I feel now is rather evident to show on my face, as his eyes continue to flicker over my features with such haste, that I can practically feel the nervosity to come from him.
"What do you mean by that?" I ask, and don't bother trying to hide the sudden cold tone to lace my voice.
"Well..." he trails off unsurely, and now I see myself in him - in the way his eyes are unable to look into my own, in the way his cheeks redden bashfully when he decides to speak again, "I'm not going to be able to be there for you every day. Tamaki wants to get married, and she's mentioned kids as well... I'm going to be thirty real soon, so it makes sense."
His answer downright baffles me. I just stand there, looking absolutely stunned; looking like a complete, utter fool. My silence makes him nervous. It shows in the way he steps from one foot to another; in the light prickle I feel in my palm when he digs his nails into his own.
