You just walked in on Kiba… and the name he was whispering right before you turned the knob wasn't some vague fantasy. It was yours.

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The morning sun bled through the slats of Kiba's bedroom blinds, striping the rumpled sheets in pale gold. The air was warm, heavy with the smell of dog, sweat, and something muskier underneath.

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