They say the body has memory.

I didn’t believe that until I started waking up soaked in sweat and c*m, my heart racing, my fingers trembling, my lips parted as if I’d been whispering his name in sleep.

But I never even knew his real name.

I remember his voice though, how it curled around me like smoke, soft and deep, commanding yet kind, dark and dangerous.

He never touched me. Never laid a hand on me. But I came so hard, I cried.

Now, every night, I crave it. That voice. That whisper that made my knees weak. That sin I never thought I’d want.

I thought I was straight. Now, I’m not even sure I’m sane.

And I think I’d ruin myself just to hear it again.

For 25 years, Zayn lived in a world of straight expectations, dating girls, chasing pleasure that always ended in silence and frustration. Sex was a routine, not release. Until one bored night, chasing a thrill, he said yes to something different.

A man in a club offered him more than money, he offered a secret, a night of satisfaction like he’d never known. But when Zayn entered that hotel room, he didn’t expect him, the rich, cold, dangerously alluring heir of a conservative empire, whose father publicly condemns everything he hides in the dark.

What started as a one-night experiment turned into a dangerous addiction. Without a single touch, Zayn was broken open, undone, and made to scream, cry, and beg, only through sound.

Now, even back home, Zayn trembles when he hears his voice in dreams, in memory, in madness. His sheets are always wet. His nights are restless. His body wants more.

And the worst part?

He's starting to want him, too.


18+ WARNING 
This story contains explicit male-male content, intense erotic scenes, and psychological seduction.
If you're not ready for a world where a voice can break you, proceed cautiously.

Read at your discretion.

The next morning, I woke up to the sound of my phone ringing. It was Evric. I picked it up, surprised he wasn't waiting until noon.


"I'm here," I answered, already sensing his good mood.


"Do you wanna go out with me?" he asked, his voice suddenly bright and hopeful.


"Yes, baby! I want to take you out," he insisted, the desperation fading into something sweeter and more focused. "I realized yesterday that you are losing love for me because you were so harsh. And I know why."


He sighed dramatically. "Because the love you have for me now is too little. And it's okay. So I have been thinking."


"You have been thinking of what?" I asked, already smiling.


"I've been thinking about winning you over again," he said with a playful yet mature tone. "But this time, I want to do it right—openly, romantically. I don't have to hide who I am anymore. I don't have to hide you anymore."


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