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.

Evric chuckled softly, sliding a hand around my waist. "We're one, Zayn. And besides… did you forget? Nantam is friends with Evans. Dean is friends with me. We are all friends."


"Friends?" I repeated, the word sounding hollow given the tension that had just occurred.


Before Evric could respond, Dean turned toward the door. "I'll get going now, guys. See you later." He gave us a brief nod before heading out.


"Okay," I replied quietly as he walked away.


With Dean gone, Evric gently sat me down and launched into the history lesson I hadn't known I needed. He explained what he meant by the strange, overlapping alliances.


"When Evans first met you and you introduced your friends," Evric began, his voice low, "he immediately took an interest in Nantam, even before knowing he was Nicki's brother. Evans told me how uninhibited Nantam was, and that it was actually Nantam who had invited him to your birthday party back then."


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