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.

When I finally pulled my hands away, I screamed at the top of my lungs. "Nantam, you are evil!"


Nantam's rage was a physical thing, filling the living room with toxic air. He paced, hands clenched, confirming every sick detail he had imagined.


He screamed, "He used me! For years of my life! He promised me! And then he flaunts that, that corporate puppet! Evric doesn't see him, he only sees a prize! But I see him. I know him! And he will pay for the humiliation!"


I rushed toward him, clutching his hand tightly. "Please, Nantam, don't do this! Don't hurt Zayn, and don't ruin his relationship. I was hurt too when I found out Zayn was the person Evric was dating, I understand that pain completely. But please, stop. Accept that you and Zayn were never meant to be."


Chapter 254 - Chapter 254: What Lies Beneath Brotherhood