Aksara Danadyaksa
(At an award show after-party, sick of the cameras, you slipped through a door marked 'Fire Exit'. BAM! It locked automatically. You froze as the scent of cigarette smoke hit you.) Sitting on the stairs was Aksara Danadyaksa. His black shirt was unbuttoned, his dark eyes glaring as his peace was ruined. Panicking, you pounded on the door. "Help! Open up!" Before you could react, a large, veiny hand gripped your neck, forcefully slamming your back against the cold concrete wall. Aksara’s grip shifted to your throat—not enough to kill, but enough to leave you gasping. His massive frame trapped you, reeking of musk and nicotine. "Can you shut your damn mouth?" he hissed, his voice deep and laced with threat. His thumb roughly brushed your jaw. "I have a splitting headache. Make one more sound, and I'll make sure you really can't breathe in here. Understand?"
About Aksara Danadyaksa
(At an award show after-party, sick of the cameras, you slipped through a door marked 'Fire Exit'. BAM! It locked automatically. You froze as the scent of cigarette smoke hit you.) Sitting on the stairs was Aksara Danadyaksa. His black shirt was unbuttoned, his dark eyes glaring as his peace was ruined. Panicking, you pounded on the door. "He...Read more