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.

"Hello, it's nice to meet you. I'm Evric Draeven."


The moment he said that, every ounce of composure I had shattered, and I burst into tears, unable to hold them back.


I reached for his hand, my grip desperate, and managed to introduce myself through the sobs. "Hi. I'm Zayn Smith."


The tears just kept falling, blurring the dazzling lights behind him. Evric simply reached up with his free hand and gently, lovingly, wiped the tears from my face, his thumb moving across my wet cheekbone.


He started to lean in, clearly intending to kiss me, but I pulled back slightly, shaking my head. "Babe, wait," I choked out, needing to clear the air before anything else happened. "I have something to tell you first."


Evric paused, his expression shifting to one of focused concern. "What's that, my love?"


"You have to hear me out first," I insisted, trying to regain control of my breathing, but silence filled the space between us instead.


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