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.

It had been three days since Evric left, and the only real conversation I'd had with him was on the first day he arrived in Dubai. Now, I barely get to see or talk to him, except through glimpses in the media. Everywhere I looked, news articles, social media posts, Evric, and Vanya dominated the headlines.


People who came to my restaurant couldn't stop talking about it. "Did you see them on the news?" one customer would whisper, glancing around as if sharing a secret. "They're perfect together… like they were made for each other."


Another would add, "Powerful, beautiful, and so compatible… I wouldn't be surprised if they became a couple soon."


Even my regulars, the ones who usually only cared about the food, had opinions. They dissected every little interaction, the way Evric smiled, the confident way he presented, Vanya's laughter, and the small playful touches they caught on camera.


Chapter 118 - Chapter 118: 7 days with you, Zayn