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.

That night, the air in our bedroom finally felt still, the heavy silence of the past few weeks replaced by the low hum of the TV. I was tucked into Evans' side, my head resting on his chest while he stroked my back in slow, rhythmic circles. It was peaceful, the kind of peace I'd forgotten we could have.


The moment was broken by the sharp ring of his phone. I stayed still, listening to him talk in that professional, clipped tone he used for work. When he hung up, he let out a sigh and turned to me.


"Babe," he said softly. "That was my manager."


"I have to travel next week," he continued, hesitating for a moment. "Right after Evric's wedding. It's a location shoot… I'll be away for almost three weeks."


I felt my heart sink. I pushed myself up on one elbow, looking down at him. "Three weeks?"


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