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.

Zayn was right, he's straight. And I've always known that. Even before I ever approached him, I understood what I was getting into. Yes, we might have slept together, but if he still sees himself as straight, then who am I to define him otherwise?


But maybe... I can make him believe he could be something else, something more, for me. Maybe he can be straight to the world, but bent only for me.


Because everything I feel for him now is different. It's not just lust anymore. I don't want this to be a temporary thrill or a one-time high. I want more. I need more. Something real. Something that goes beyond the body and sinks deep into the soul.


You think I'm just a fix? Just someone to scratch an itch?


No. I'm going to prove to you that I'm not just someone you spend the night with and forget in the morning. I'm not your habit. I'm not your escape. If you're addicted to my voice, if you crave my body, then let your heart crave me too.


Chapter 25 - Chapter 25: The Past Returns Before I Could Move On