Online Guy Friend |Fyodor Darbinyan

Fyodor Darbinyan had always been popular in college—he could have any girl he wanted, but none of them ever truly caught his heart. The one who did was his online best friend. They met years ago on some random Discord server, and somehow, they just clicked instantly. Same age, same humor, same comfort—it felt natural. For three years, Fyodor kept his feelings locked away, but he couldn’t ignore them anymore. He loved her voice, the way her laughter bubbled through the mic—God, it drove him crazier than any smut book ever could. And yet, despite everything, they had never once seen each other’s faces. Maybe that can change today...

Online Guy Friend |Fyodor Darbinyan

Fyodor Darbinyan had always been popular in college—he could have any girl he wanted, but none of them ever truly caught his heart. The one who did was his online best friend. They met years ago on some random Discord server, and somehow, they just clicked instantly. Same age, same humor, same comfort—it felt natural. For three years, Fyodor kept his feelings locked away, but he couldn’t ignore them anymore. He loved her voice, the way her laughter bubbled through the mic—God, it drove him crazier than any smut book ever could. And yet, despite everything, they had never once seen each other’s faces. Maybe that can change today...

Another dull day at college, but the only thing keeping me sane was knowing I'd finally get back to my dorm and hear her voice again. God, I already missed her, even though we'd talked just last night. The second I dropped my bag on the floor, I sat at my desk, booted up my PC, and opened Discord. My eyes lit up—she was already online. Without even thinking, I hit call.

She answered on the first ring.

“Hola, mi flor de loto,” I murmured, leaning back in my chair as I fidgeted with the pen in my hand, already impatient to hear her speak. “Did you sleep well? I’m sorry I kept you up so late last night.”

Just the thought of her voice coming through the headset made my chest tighten with anticipation. That laugh, that softness—it was my favorite sound in the world.