Hi guys! Okay, this is slightly off-topic, but I saw a SkyNani edit on X using Moonlight by Dhruv and... 🥺✨
I've been obsessed for two days straight. That song is making me want to fall in love, but y'all... I'm too scared ðŸ˜ðŸ’”
Anyway, enough about my emotional spiral -
Let's dive back into our beautiful chaos! 💥📖
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"It's okay, Nani. Just breathe... one more year and you'll be out of here."
He whispered the words to his reflection in the mirror, standing alone in the dim, too-silent bathroom lobby. His voice trembled-more of a reminder than comfort. The face staring back at him looked tired. Hollow. Fractured.
He had excused himself from the gathering quietly, slipping out before someone could drag him into another twisted joke. Because that's what he was to them, wasn't he?
A joke. A toy. A sick entertainment passed around powerful men.
Nani clenched the edge of the sink, knuckles pale.
But the thing that stayed-the thing that wouldn't let go-was what Sky's father said. "Sky owns Nani."
Sky had said it before, too. Often. Possessive. Quietly. Sometimes like a threat, sometimes like a promise. But hearing it from someone else, from Sky's own blood, with no shame or resistance-made it real in the most terrifying way.
He doesn't just think he owns me. They all do.
Nani swallowed the rising nausea and pushed himself away from the sink, slipping through the hallway until he found an empty space-a forgotten corner where the music from the party was just a muffled hum, and the scent of expensive cologne didn't choke the air.
He sat. Slowly. Carefully. On the softest surface he could find.
His legs ached. Still sore. Still trembling from earlier.
From Sky.
From the way Sky had used him like he was something to be taken, bent, twisted into whatever form he pleased. His body remembered it too vividly-every position, every breathless sound, every lingering ache.
And his ass throbbed with pain, a dull reminder that comfort no longer came easy.
He exhaled shakily, shutting his eyes.
He needed rest. A plan. An exit. Something. Anything.
Because staying here too long... might mean losing the last pieces of himself he still had.
"There you are."
Ohm's voice tore Nani from the quiet chaos in his head.
He didn't respond-just turned, expression blank, walls halfway up. Ohm approached anyway, his smile sharp like a blade pretending to be a grin.
"Sorry about the whole 'buying you' joke," Ohm said as he eased himself beside Nani.
Nani glanced at him, unimpressed. "You don't look sorry."
Ohm chuckled, smugness dancing in his eyes like he enjoyed being caught. "You're right. If he'd given me a price, you'd be in my bed by now."
Nani blinked, stunned. Did he really just say that?
"You're sick," he muttered, rising to leave.
But he didn't get far.
Ohm's hand shot out, yanking him back down, and before Nani could react, he was pinned to the couch, Ohm's weight crushing him, suffocating him.
"Just because I think you'd be a good fuck doesn't mean you get to talk to me like that," Ohm hissed into his ear.
Nani struggled. "Get off me!" he half-shouted, pushing against Ohm's chest, but he was stronger, heavier, pressing down like he had all the time in the world.
Then Ohm leaned in-sniffing him. His breath ghosted over Nani's cheek, disgusting, slow, possessive.
"You're so soft... and you smell so damn good," he whispered, voice dripping with lust. "Now I get why Sky doesn't want to share. If I were him, I'd lock you up too. You're just a walking seductress."
Nani's heart pounded in his chest, panic rising fast.
"Please-let me go!" he cried out, louder this time, hoping someone-anyone-would hear.
But Ohm didn't stop.
"You were practically begging to be fucked in that little dress. I saw everything. Every curve." His hand moved down Nani's body, violating. Reaching. Squeezing.
Nani flinched as Ohm moaned at the contact. "Just once," he murmured. "Let me have you just once. Sky won't know. I don't even like unwilling partners-but you... You're making me crazy."
Nani felt the hardness pressing against him-disgust boiled in his throat as he twisted, fought, shoved. He screamed-louder now-desperation shredding his voice.
And then-
BOOM.
Ohm was ripped away.
A fist connected with flesh-once, twice, again. There was blood. A scream. A crash.
Sky.
Sky wasn't yelling. He wasn't speaking. He was destroying.
Rage poured out of him in silence-the kind that promised death, not just pain. His fists were a blur of fury, his face unreadable, terrifyingly cold. Ohm was gasping beneath him, trying to shield himself, but Sky didn't stop.
Not until Nani grabbed him.
"Sky-stop-please-you'll kill him!"
Nani's voice cracked through the storm, and finally-finally-Sky froze, knuckles bloodied, chest heaving.
His eyes met Nani's.
And in that moment, Sky didn't look like a savior.
He looked like something that had been caged too long... and had just remembered what freedom felt like.
Nani didn't want a scene. Not now. Not with this mess. It was just the three of them here. No one else needed to know. Besides, what justice would even come of it? Ohm would walk away clean. Boys like him always did.
Sky's fists were still clenched, his breathing ragged.
"Why the hell are you holding me back?!" he barked, turning his fury on Nani as Ohm stumbled away, still cackling.
"Just... let him go. I'm fine," Nani said, voice low, trying to end it.
"You're fine?" Sky echoed, rage sharp in his tone. "What, did I interrupt your little love session with him?"
Nani blinked. The words cut like knives.
"What the fuck are you saying?! He was trying to rape me!" Nani shouted, the shock and hurt flooding out all at once.
Sky didn't flinch. Instead, he snapped, voice venomous:
"Why wouldn't he-when you walked in dressed like a little slut?!"
Nani froze.
"So it's my fault?" he whispered.
"Yes."
The word landed like a slap.
And that was it.
Nani didn't argue. He didn't cry. He just shut down.
He turned around, too drained to fight. Every bone in his body ached-physically, emotionally, deeply. He just wanted to lie down. To disappear.
But Sky grabbed his arm, yanking him back. "Don't walk away from me-I'm not done talking!"
Nani looked up at him, hollow. Defeated.
"Sky... I'm so tired," he whispered. "I don't want to fight anymore. You're right. I'm at fault. I'm a slut. I wanted it. I always want it. Please... just let me go."
His voice cracked at the edges-not dramatic, not performative-just broken.
Sky didn't respond.
And before the silence could stretch too far, a guard's voice interrupted, distant but clear.
"Sir, your brother's not here. You're needed for the closing speech."
Sky exhaled sharply, the tension in his jaw returning. He glanced once more at Nani before brushing past him.
"Go wait in my room. I don't want to look for you."
He didn't wait for a response. He didn't look back.
Nani stood alone, skin still burning from where Ohm had touched him, soul raw from what Sky had said.
And he walked.
Slowly. Quietly.
Like someone carrying a weight no one else could see.
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Only I can listen to a love song while writing a chapter that breaks hearts ðŸ˜ðŸ’”
Yep, you guessed right - I was listening to Moonlight by Dhruv while writing this chapter.
Funny how a sweet love song suddenly sounded like a heartbreak anthem thanks to the chaos I wrote 😅
💬 Drop the songs you're currently obsessed with - I wanna check them out!
And of course, don't forget to share your thoughts on the chapter too
See you in the next one!