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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- KIBA -
SHE kisses me.
Her lips part, forcing my own to do just the same. At the little gasp I voice, her tongue slips inside my mouth with surprising ease. It trails every crevice within, exploring every nook and cranny. The sweetness of my saliva mixes with her own by the time her tongue flicks over the roof of my mouth. When she glides it across one of my sharp canines, I hear her breathing stagger.
"Sweetheart," I groan. She pulls back slightly at the sound, drawing a trembling breath. "I've gotta tell you something."
"What is it?"she questions, her eyes wide open whilst she waits.
It's now or never, right?
"I'm leaving Tamaki," I mumble, my voice awfully meek. It feels like I'm not even the one to speak the words when I continue, "I'm leaving her... For you."
Thick silence falls between us, causing for my body to stiffen underneath her. She pulls back now; really pulls back to look at me. Her eyes remain wide open as they flicker all over my face. y/n searches for any hint of deception, any hint of dishonesty with precise focus. Every second to pass between us feels like an eon.
She finds none.
"What?" is all she manages finally, her voice rising into a much higher pitch from the shock.
"Yeah," I reply, heart pounding from what I am about to say next, "I want to marry you... Someday. I want to share a home with you, and I want to show you off to my mom and all of my friends. I... I want to love you, y/n. Properly."
"Wh-... What?" she repeats, and this time her voice truly cracks. Her eyes turn glassy from the tears that are threatening to spill. Even her upper lip begins to quiver. Fuck, I forgot that she was extra sensitive and emotional today.
"Hey... Please don't cry," I whisper, cupping her face with both of my hands lovingly, "You deserve to be loved properly. You're perfect in every aspect to me, and perfection like that shouldn't be kept a secret. I've acted like such an idiot to not realise it sooner."
"I'm very sorry, Kiba," she mumbles with that little quavery voice, "But, I think I am going to cry now."
Despite telling her not to, she cries. She weeps silently, and her shoulders shake as I pull her close and wrap my arms tightly around her trembling body as if I'm her shield. During her quiet sobbing, all I do is stroke her hair and allow her to spill her tears as they soak through my t-shirt. It's the least I can do, from what I've made her go through.
"I'm so sorry, baby." I continue to whisper into her hair like it's a chant, "I love you."
"I love you too." she sniffles, her fingers digging into the cotton of my t-shirt.
"Yeah?" I murmur, smiling against her temple, "You do?"
"Mhm," is all she manages to let out. Silence echoes around us as I continue to comfort her. She angles her head when I stroke her hair, so that she can reach my touch better.
