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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SPRING was a pleasant change.
For most people, that is. The evidently exasperated sigh to leave the lips of the troubled detective was the third one in the last hour that Saturday afternoon. Never having been quite a fan of the sluggish warmth the month of May had a tendency of carrying, Kiba stared at his reflection in the full-length mirror with a rather defeatist glower.
The fussy male rolled his shoulders a couple of times in meek attempt of getting rid of the stuffy feeling the tailored suit had invoked as soon as he had put it on. He resisted the subtle downward twitch the corners of his mouth gave at the slight pang of stiffness to resonate throughout his right arm at the movement.
Nearly six months had passed ever since the incident in front of the courthouse had taken place, and Kiba was pretty much healed - both physically and mentally. The nightmares had long since ceased, as well as for most of the pain to reside within his right shoulder. Besides a faded scar, nothing more remained but a measly, dull ache, which usually only bothered him on days it rained, or if he overworked his body past its breaking point.
Judging from the sight of crystal blue sky and the warm breeze to greet him past the open window now, he guessed that the reason for his stiffness might have been the gym, instead of the non-existent possibility of lousy weather. Or perhaps, the vicious lovemaking he had indulged in with his soulmate twice right after returning home from said gym, might have played some part in it, as well.
The echo of her breathless moans and whimpers to bounce off the walls of the very same room he was currently standing in still lingered somewhere deep inside Kiba's memory. He had forced his lover to outright bite the pillow in meek attempt of stifling the volume of the sinful sounds to leave her panting mouth, whilst he continued having his way with her. After all, the walls were thin, and the next-door neighbour was enough of a pain in the ass about it, as it was. The last thing he needed was to give the sleazy bastard yet another reason to harass and annoy his girlfriend.
The first time his neighbour had flirted with her, Kiba had barely refrained himself from knocking his front teeth out, before stomping him six feet under - along with said teeth. The Inuzuka had long since been doubting himself when it came to mustering enough self-control to hold back, if the asshole decided to do it for the second time around.
With the passing months, the bond between him and his soulmate had grown even sturdier. And with the reinforced red string weaving their hearts closer together than ever, Kiba had as well turned extremely protective over his precious other half. Despite trying his best not to act on his jealousy; on showing his insecurities, both sometimes managed to slip through the cracks.
Still, he never unleashed his frustrations upon his girlfriend. Kiba trusted his other half completely - without a shred of doubt.
Who he didn't trust, though; were the men. Men who slyly teased her at work and ogled at her pretty little waitress uniform, even when he was right there - keeping her company at the counter. Who fucking dared touch her.
