[BL] CRAVING HIM: Addicted to His Voice

The body remembers what the mind refuses to accept. I wake drenched and trembling, lips parted around a name I never knew. His voice haunts me, smoke and velvet, commanding yet tender. He never touched me, but I shattered, I wept, I begged. Now I crave that voice like an addiction. For 25 years, Zayn lived straight, sex was routine, never release. Until one night, a stranger offered more than money, a secret. In that hotel room waited the cold, dangerous heir of a conservative empire. Without a single touch, Zayn was undone by sound alone. Now, back in his ordinary life, he trembles at whispers in his dreams. His sanity hangs by a thread, and he would burn everything just to hear that voice again.