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.

After my conversation with Dean, his advice echoed in my mind, not to tell Nantam about Evric just yet, to let everything unfold on my birthday. But a part of me still felt unsettled. I didn't want anything to ruin my day. Maybe I was overthinking. Maybe everything would go smoothly. Maybe… there was nothing to worry about.


After Dean slept, I poured myself more drinks than I probably should have, trying to drown the unease swirling in my head. Hours later, I must have drunk too much because I passed out right there.


When I woke up, it was already midnight. I dragged myself up from the couch and walked into my room. As soon as I lay down, my phone buzzed, a message from Evric.


I read it, smiling faintly, but maybe because I was still a little tipsy, I didn't reply. A few minutes later, my phone lit up again. This time, it was his call. I gently answered.


"Good morning, babe," he said, his voice low but warm.


Chapter 120 - Chapter 120: Unfinished Promises