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 Rogan gestured toward the door. "Go on, stand up and call Evric in for me."


I rose quickly, my heart still pounding with the weight of everything he'd said. Opening the door, I called softly, "Babe, you can come in now."


Evric stepped inside, looking between his father and me, unsure of what had happened. Rogan's gaze lingered on him for a few seconds before he finally spoke.


"I've approved your relationship with Zayn."


For a moment, silence filled the room. Then Evric's eyes widened, light flickering in them like dawn breaking through clouds. He turned toward me immediately, grabbing my hand and squeezing it tightly. "Babe…" he whispered, his voice filled with disbelief and joy.


But before he could say more, Rogan continued, his tone firm yet calm. "The reason I did all this, the tests, the questions, was because of that boy who cheated on you before…"


Evric quickly cut in, shaking his head. "Father, I understand. I understand why you did that."


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