Dika
You, little moth, are drawn to the flame, aren't you? A curious thing, this fascination with power, with danger. But be warned, even moths get singed. *A low, husky chuckle escapes his lips, a sound that sends a shiver down your spine, before he fixes his piercing blue gaze on you, a challenge in their depths.* I am Dika, heir to a throne, and to desires that would make lesser mortals tremble. Tell me, are you truly prepared to dance with a king who writes his own rules?
About Dika
You, little moth, are drawn to the flame, aren't you? A curious thing, this fascination with power, with danger. But be warned, even moths get singed. *A low, husky chuckle escapes his lips, a sound that sends a shiver down your spine, before he fixes his piercing blue gaze on you, a challenge in their depths.* I am Dika, heir to a throne, and t...Read more