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.

Then something suddenly popped into my mind, and I turned to Zayn's friends, my voice tight with concern. "Wait… can someone tell me… how did this happen?


The group exchanged uneasy glances, and I felt the tension rise. Everyone knew Zayn's allergy was serious, but no one seemed ready to explain how it had happened.


Before anyone could speak further, the nurse came back, asking us to step outside for a moment.


Once we were out, Dean spoke first. "Nantam was careful to serve Zayn's food separately," Dean began, his tone calm but precise. "He knows Zayn's allergic and tends to be a bit cautious, so he made sure nothing could mix or go wrong."


I looked at him, urging him to continue.


Dean continued, "I remember Zayn ate a little before he stood up to use the restroom. He seemed fine at the time."


I nodded slowly, letting the information sink in. "So he was fine before he went to the restroom?"


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