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.

I watched Evric leave just now, his sleek car pulling away from my house, the weight of his absence pressing down on me like a physical force.


Earlier, I had packed his lunch box, kissed him goodbye, and tried to wave him off as if everything were normal. But inside, I was anything but normal. My mind was spinning, trying to understand the whirlwind of feelings I couldn't admit even to myself.


 I reflected on my life, on the words I had sworn so many times: It can never be me. It can never happen to me. I can never fall for a man.


I wasn't homophobic, not at all, but I had built walls around myself, fortified by habit and certainty. I had always thought men weren't for me. I'd always told myself I couldn't be in love with a man, that the idea was foreign, impossible. And yet, here I was, breathing and thinking about Evric, replaying every touch, every word, every moment, trying to make sense of it all.


Chapter 66 - Chapter 66: Falling Against All Odds