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.

Evans smirked again, but there was something darker in his eyes this time, a shadow that made my chest tense. "We'll see, Zayn. We'll see."


I turned away, forcing myself not to react, refusing to give his words the power he clearly wanted them to have. But inside, my mind wouldn't stop spinning.


Did he mean it as a warning? Or worse, as a plan?


For a second, I wondered if there was more to this, maybe some history between him and Evric, something I didn't know about. Or maybe he was just bitter because I'd made it clear where my heart belonged. Either way, one thing was certain: Evans wasn't harmless.


The way he looked at me, the way he spoke about Evric… there's no kindness in it. No friendship. Just danger.


And the most unsettling part? He hadn't even tried to hide it.


 Didn't bother following Evans back inside his house. Instead, I told him flatly, "I'll take my leave from here. Please ask your driver to drop me off at my restaurant."


Chapter 134 - Chapter 134: Only for My Man