Nani hirunkit
Sky sat in the corner of his bedroom, his elbows on his knees, his hands clasped tightly together. His entire body looked like a coiled spring, his usual composure nowhere to be found. For a man who always seemed untouchable, invincible even, he looked... human.
This is the first time i came to his bedroom. It looks cosy and simple for someone like him.
I hesitated, my hand resting on the doorframe. The urge to leave him alone fought against the pull to step closer. The man who had stormed through the hall moments ago, terrifying everyone in his path, wasn't the man sitting here now. This Sky was unraveling, and it felt like if I left, he might not be able to put himself back together.
"Sky," I said softly.
His head lifted at the sound of my voice, and for a moment, the rawness in his eyes made my chest ache. He didn't reply, just stared at me like he wasn't sure if I was really there.
I took a cautious step inside, letting the door click shut behind me.
He let out a sharp exhale, his gaze dropping back to the floor. "Why are you here?" he asked, his voice low and rough. "You should rest."
"Because you need someone to be," I said, crossing the room slowly. "Even if you won't admit it."
He let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. "And you think you're that person? You think you can handle this?"
"Maybe," I said, stopping a few steps away from him. "Maybe I'm not afraid of you."
That made him look up again, his eyes narrowing slightly. "You should be."
"Should I?" I countered, folding my arms. "Because honestly, right now you're not scary. You're just... tired."
His lips twitched, but it wasn't quite a smile. "Tired doesn't even begin to cover it."
"Then stop carrying everything by yourself," I said, taking another step closer. "Let someone help you for once."
He shook his head, his jaw tightening. "You don't get it, Nani. People like me don't get to let go. Not ever."
"Maybe not with most people," I said quietly. "But I'm not most people."
His gaze snapped to mine, sharp and searching. The air between us felt charged, the silence stretching taut as he studied me like he was trying to decide whether to push me away or pull me closer.
"You don't know what you're saying," he said finally, his voice softer now, almost hesitant.
"Maybe I don't," I admitted, stepping closer until I was right in front of him. "But I know you can't keep doing this alone. And you don't have to."
For a moment, he didn't move. Then, slowly, he stood, his bigger frame making me feel small in comparison. But there was no menace in the way he looked at me now. No walls. No masks. Just him.
"Sky," I said softly, my voice steady despite the flutter in my chest.
His hand lifted, brushing lightly against my wrist, and the touch sent a jolt through me. It was hesitant, almost unsure, like he was testing the waters.
"I've spent years shutting people out," he murmured, his thumb brushing against my skin. "Convincing myself I didn't need anyone."
"And now?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
His gaze locked onto mine, and the weight of it made my breath catch. "Now, I'm not so sure."
The vulnerability in his voice, the rawness in his expression-it was too much. Too real. And yet, I didn't pull away.
Instead, I reached up, my hand resting lightly against his chest. His heartbeat was steady under my palm, strong and grounding, but I could feel the tension there too-the struggle he wasn't voicing.
"You don't have to decide everything right now," I said softly. "But if you need someone, I'm here."
His hand slid up to the back of my neck, his fingers threading through my hair as he stepped closer. My breath hitched, but I didn't move.
"Nani," he whispered, his voice trembling slightly. "I'm so goddamn tired of fighting this."
His hand lingered against my neck, his thumb brushing the edge of my jaw as if testing whether I'd pull away. I didn't. Instead, I leaned into his touch, and that was all the permission he needed.
Then he kissed me softly.
It wasn't forceful or demanding. It was soft, careful, like he was afraid I might break if he pressed too hard. His lips moved against mine slowly, deliberately, the warmth of his touch sinking into my skin and spreading through my chest.
For a moment, I forgot how to breathe. Forgot where I was, who I was. All I could focus on was him-the weight of his hands on me, the quiet intensity in the way he kissed me, like he was pouring everything he couldn't say into that one action.
When he pulled back, his forehead rested against mine, his breath warm against my lips. His eyes were half-lidded, but the vulnerability in them was unmistakable.
"I need you," he murmured, his voice barely audible but heavy with meaning. "Not just tonight. Not just to keep me sane. I need you, Nani. And that terrifies me."
My chest tightened at his words, a swirl of emotions crashing over me. I wasn't sure what to say, so I didn't say anything. I just leaned into him, letting my hand slide from his chest to wrap around the back of his neck.
"I'm not going anywhere," I said quietly, my voice steady despite the chaos in my mind.
His arms tightened around me, pulling me close like he was afraid to let go. And in that moment, I knew-no matter how dangerous this world was, no matter how much chaos surrounded him-I didn't want to leave.
I couldn't.
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Sky wongravee
The kiss wasn't enough.
It eased the tension in my chest, quieted the storm in my mind, but it didn't erase the fear. The fear of losing him. The fear of needing him so much it hurt.
As I held him close, my fingers brushing against the small of his back, I felt something I hadn't allowed myself to feel in years.
Hope.
For the first time, I didn't feel like I was drowning.
He grounded me in a way no one else ever had, and it scared me just as much as it comforted me. But I couldn't let go. Not now. Not ever.
Letting him this close wasn't just a mistake-it was dangerous. For both of us. But as his lips pressed against mine, every reason I'd given myself to push him away faded into the silence.
"I'm sorry," I whispered against his hair, the words so quiet I wasn't sure if he heard them.
"For what?" he asked softly, his breath warm against my neck.
"For dragging you into this," I said, my voice trembling despite myself. "For making you a part of my mess."
He pulled back just enough to meet my gaze, his dark eyes steady. "I walked into this, Sky. You didn't force me."
I searched his face, looking for any sign of doubt, but all I saw was quiet resolve.
"You make it sound so simple," I said with a faint smile.
"Maybe it is," he replied, his lips quirking slightly. "Or maybe I'm just as stubborn as you are."
Despite everything, I let out a soft laugh, the sound breaking the tension between us.
For now, that was enough.
I wasn't afraid of what loving him might do to me. I was afraid of what my enemies would do to him if they found out how much he meant to me.
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Nani hirunkit
"Stay with me tonight," he said softly, his voice raw and quiet, like he was baring a part of himself he'd never let anyone see.
My heart stuttered in my chest, but I didn't pull away. I couldn't.
"Sky..." I started, but the words faltered on my lips. His forehead came to rest against mine, his breath warm and unsteady against my skin.
"Just for tonight," he murmured. "I don't want to be alone."
I hesitated for only a moment before nodding. "Okay," I said quietly. "I'll stay."
I wasn't sure if it was pity, compassion, or something deeper, but in that moment, I couldn't say no. He needed me-and, for reasons I couldn't yet explain, I needed him too.