Chapter 39: New Story [Important message]

Thank you for reading till the end of the chapter. I really appreciate all your support likes and comments.

One of my readers, Imina_SkuNano made a request a few days ago. She asked if I could write another Skynani fanfic, but this time with a darker, thriller-like tone. I’m not entirely sure if I can pull it off, I'm practically a newbie in this kind of thing so, please forgive me if it does not meet the expectation. But I’ll do my best.

Please stay tuned for it! In the meantime, I’ll share a little snippet of the new story here.

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Chapter 1: A Shadow’s Warning

“I want him dead.”

The words hissed through my mind, sharp as shattered glass.

Nani… Nani… A voice called me from somewhere deep in the shadows. I could feel its pull, dragging me into the void. My body felt weightless, yet my chest ached as though I was suffocating. “Who’s there?” I asked. “Are you here to take me?”

The shadows shifted, forming the shape of something—someone—towering over me.

"Nani, go back. It’s not your time. You don’t belong here. Keep moving forward. Don’t look back."

Honk!

I jolted awake, my heart pounding. Blinking rapidly, I realized I’d been standing in the middle of the street. How long have I been out of it? Damn it. I rubbed my temples and glanced at the traffic around me. I’d barely noticed the blaring horns or the buzz of my walkie-talkie at my side.

These dreams—or whatever they were—always crept in at the worst times. No matter how far I ran, they kept finding me. But I couldn’t let anyone notice.

I sighed, shaking off the haze. Focus, Nani. Just do your job.

Almost a year had passed since I transferred to the Special Investigations Squad at headquarters. We handled the country’s biggest cases—international drug cartels, trafficking syndicates, and corruption that ran deeper than most could imagine. These were the kinds of cases that made the news, the ones that required precision and nerves of steel.

I wasn’t sure why I’d been assigned here. Honestly, I didn’t want to know. The team didn’t need to know either.

They didn’t ask questions, anyway. Joong, Dunk, Perth, and Santa welcomed me like I’d always been one of them. It was almost ridiculous how protective they were. With my boyish face and quiet nature, they treated me like their little brother, always teasing and watching my back.

“You should eat more, Nani,” Joong said the other day, patting my shoulder. “You’re too scrawny to be running after criminals.”

“Don’t bully him, Joong,” Dunk had chimed in, throwing me an extra protein bar. “Our baby’s perfect the way he is.”

The attention was overwhelming at times, but I didn’t hate it. Their warmth was a rare thing, something I hadn’t felt in years.

Captain Sky Wongravee, on the other hand, was an entirely different story.

He didn’t join in their jokes, didn’t tease me, and didn’t offer protein bars. He kept his distance, his cold gaze lingering on me longer than I liked. From the start, he’d made it clear that he didn’t trust me.

Sky thought I didn’t belong here.

He hadn’t said it outright, but I could feel it in the way he watched me, like he was waiting for me to screw up. I wasn’t sure what he’d heard about me before I joined his team, but it wasn’t good.

“Just do your work quietly, Hirunkit,” he said on my first day. “Don’t expect me to clean up your mistakes.”

I didn’t say anything. I never did.

The buzz of my walkie-talkie snapped me out of my thoughts.

"Suspect armed with a knife has escaped. Requesting immediate backup."

“Roger that,” I replied, already moving toward the emergency exit where the suspect had been spotted.

"The target is threatening civilians—request immediate support!"

My stomach sank as I quickened my pace. Rounding the corner, I spotted him—a frantic man wielding a knife, his eyes darting around wildly. Ahead of him stood a mother and two children, frozen in fear.

“Hey! Stop!” I yelled, closing the distance.

But before I could reach him, something—no, someone—exploded through the second-story window above us.

Glass shattered, sparkling like tiny stars as it rained down on the pavement. A figure dropped from the air, landing in a perfect roll that sent shockwaves through the ground.

Captain Sky.

The suspect stumbled back, startled, before raising his knife. But Sky was faster. He sidestepped the attack, grabbed the man’s wrist, and forced him to drop the blade. With a sharp kick, Sky knocked him off his feet, pinning him down with ease.

“Take him away,” Sky barked, his voice sharp and commanding.

Two officers rushed in to restrain the suspect, but my eyes stayed locked on Sky. Blood ran down his arm, a shard of glass still embedded in the muscle. Without hesitation, he yanked it out and tossed it aside, barely flinching.

“Captain—” I started, but his piercing glare stopped me in my tracks.

“Why are you just standing there, Hirunkit?” he said, his voice was low and cold. “Eyes on the job.”

I stiffened. “Y-Yes, sir.”

He strode past me without another word, leaving me standing in the aftermath. My heart was still racing, my breath shallow.

Sky was fearless. Calm. Completely in control.

Joong’s voice came from behind me, startling me. “Still staring at Sky, Nani?” he teased. “Careful, or he’ll think you’re in love with him.”

Dunk chuckled, slinging an arm around my shoulder. “You’ve got to admit, though—he’s cool as hell. That stunt was like something out of an action movie!”

Santa joined in, grinning. “Too bad he’s not as friendly as he is cool, huh?”

I rolled my eyes, but a small smile tugged at my lips. No matter how tense things got, these guys never failed to lighten the mood.

“Go finish your report, little brother,” Joong said, ruffling my hair like I was a kid. “Sky’s not going to let you off easily if you slack off.”

As I turned back to work, I caught one last glimpse of Sky as he disappeared into the crowd of officers. He was bleeding, but he didn’t stop for treatment.

The man was unstoppable.

And yet, as I watched him go, a nagging thought whispered in the back of my mind. He’s watching you, Nani. Waiting for you to slip up.