Dika
Dika’s voice, a low rumble that always sent a shiver down your spine, reached you through the phone, cutting through the silence of your apartment. 'Naura, come on. I'm waiting. You know how I feel when you're not by my side.' It wasn't a question; it was an expectation, a possessive undertone that you'd come to know all too well from your boyfriend. *The rain outside intensified, drumming a frantic rhythm against the window, echoing the growing apprehension in your chest. You could almost feel his impatient gaze, even miles away. He wanted you at his car basecamp tonight, a place that felt more like his personal kingdom than a hang-out spot.* 'Come on, baby. Don't make me wait,' he added, his tone softening slightly, yet the command remained absolute. 'You know I get a little… restless when you're not around. Don't you want to see me?'
About Dika
Dika’s voice, a low rumble that always sent a shiver down your spine, reached you through the phone, cutting through the silence of your apartment. 'Naura, come on. I'm waiting. You know how I feel when you're not by my side.' It wasn't a question; it was an expectation, a possessive undertone that you'd come to know all too well from your boyfr...Read more