[BL] CRAVING HIM: Addicted to His Voice Chapter 12: Before the Fall Evric’s Flashback

Evric’s POV

"Before Zayn walked into my life, there was Nicki... and that was when everything I loved got burned to ashes."

People in this city worship the Draeven na. Draeven Holdings is one of the most powerful conglorates in the region, known for influence, philanthropy, and unshakable dominance. And the man behind it all Rogan Draeven is more than just wealthy. He’s respected, feared, adored, and deeply religious. A devout man, a devoted father... and an absolute homophobe.

To the world, my father is a man of God, a man of generosity. But those closest to him know that crossing his beliefs ans walking into fire.

I’m his first son. His pride. His heir.

And I’ve always hated it.

They say favouritism is a blessing. It’s not. In my case, it was a chain around my neck. Because love, to Rogan Draeven, only exists when obedience cos first. He doesn’t nurture; he manipulates, twisting love into control until you can’t tell which is which anymore.

I have a younger brother, Chrisly. To him, my "favoured" status was a reason to hate . He was always in my shadow, always second. But what he never understood was that being first in my father’s eyes ant you couldn’t ever be... yourself.

Then there’s my little sister, Nuela. Still in school. Innocent. Kind. My only refuge. And my mother? She’s alive, yes, but her loyalty belongs to her husband, not her children. She follows every command, never raising a voice, never questioning him.

Our family looked like love.

But everything shattered because of .

It started in high school. A whisper. A glance. A feeling I didn’t know how to na yet, but it was there real and alive.

Chrisly caught one night. I was texting a boy. There was nothing dirty about it, just words. But he didn’t need to read them. He saw the look on my face, the way my eyes lingered on the screen like it held sothing sacred. He saw the softness in and decided it was weakness.

And just like that, he ran to our father, eager to report his little discovery. Like he was waiting for a reason to bring down.

I rember the cold in my bones when I was summoned to the study. That room always carried weight. It was the one place in the house where lies couldn’t breathe and truth felt like judgnt.

My father stood behind the desk, tall and distant, as if he already knew.

"Are you into n, Evric?"

The words punched through the air like a knife. No soft lead-in, no space to hide. Just the question I never wanted to hear.

My chest locked. I couldn’t breathe. My heart pounded so loudly I could barely hear myself think.

And still, I lied.

"No." The word fell from my mouth faster than I could stop it. "Whatever Chrisly said... he’s wrong."

My father didn’t blink. He stared at , cold and unmoved, like he was weighing my soul right then and there. I felt the tremble in my voice, the crack in my wall, and I knew he saw it too.

But he didn’t have proof. Just a suspicion. So he let it go.

But that night stayed with . The fear. The sha. The way my own truth made feel like sothing filthy.

That was the mont everything changed.

But that wasn’t the end. When I entered university, I thought things would change. I thought distance would silence the voice of sha. I was wrong, but at least, for a while, I could pretend.

University was supposed to be my escape. A taste of freedom I’d never known.

My father bought a mansion in the city where I studied, one of his many properties. To him, it was an investnt. To , it was a sanctuary. A place where I could breathe, think, or exist without judgnt. Where I could beco whoever I wanted, even if only behind closed doors.

That’s where I t Nicki.

He was nothing like the boys I grew up with. He had a mouth like sin and eyes that burned when they looked at . He was wild, shaless, and seductive. Confident in his skin. Dominant in his touch. And dirty in ways that thrilled and terrified all at once.

From the mont we kissed, there was no going back.

We weren’t just dating. We were addicted to each other, burning through nights like matches in gasoline.

We stayed up until sunrise, dancing in our living room with nothing but music and our skin. We kissed in clubs, kissed in public bathrooms, and made love like the world would end the next day. We have sex in the car with the windows fogged. In the pool under the stars. On the marble stairs, where his fingers dug into my hips and I bit down on my own moans just in case soone heard.

He taught how to surrender. How to feel. How to want without sha.

He made everything erotic, kissing, whispering, just the way his voice dropped when he wanted . The way he’d whisper my na against my neck and say mine, like claiming , was the only thing that mattered.

And the sex... God, the sex.

It was filthy and beautiful. Raw and sacred. He’d tie my hands sotis, tease until I begged, then ruin with his mouth. He knew every inch of my body, every weakness, every spot that made cry out his na. We’d take long showers that turned into slippery, heated sessions, water running down our backs as our bodies slamd against the glass.

We lived without rules. We partied hard, nights filled with lights, drinks, smoke, and loud music. We’d grind on each other on crowded dance floors, lose ourselves in the rhythm, then slip away into the nearest shadow just to feel skin on skin again.

It wasn’t just physical. It was emotional chaos.

I’d catch him staring at across the room, and that look alone would leave breathless. Like he saw through . Like he knew the parts of I still couldn’t na.

And for once, I didn’t care who found out.

Except for my family.

Because deep down, I still feared what their love would cost .

The only one I ever trusted was Nuala.

She was younger than , but wise in ways that made age feel irrelevant. Maybe it was the softness in her voice or the way she looked at , never with pity, never with questions, just calm understanding. While others whispered behind closed doors, Nuala sat beside , legs tucked beneath her, quietly listening.

She didn’t need every detail. She didn’t ask for explanations. Sohow, she just knew. And that was enough.

"I just want you to be happy," she said one night, her arms wrapping around with a gentleness that caught off guard. "That’s all that matters."

It wasn’t just what she said. It was how she said it. Her voice didn’t crack. Her eyes didn’t flinch. She ant it.

And in that mont, I broke a little, not in a bad way, but in the kind of way where sothing buried deep inside begins to thaw. I didn’t even realize I was holding my breath until she gave permission to exhale.

Her words ant more than she could possibly imagine.

In a world where even I feared myself...

Nuala gave the freedom to breathe.

Then sothing big happened late one night.

Nicki and I were drunk on each other, lips swollen, fingers eager, skin flushed. We couldn’t stop. The way his body curved against mine, the way he whimpered my na... God, it made lose control.

We stumbled into the living room, half-undressed, lost in the kind of heat that made everything else disappear. Clothes scattered across the floor like discarded thoughts. His thighs wrapped around , his head tilted back, mouth open, begging without words. I was inside him, buried deep, moving hard and slow, sweat dripping from my chest to his back as we moaned into each other.

The room was thick with the scent of sex and whiskey. My na tumbled from his lips in broken gasps. Our bodies clashed with rhythm and hunger, skin slapping skin, the couch groaning beneath us.

Then.

Click.

To be continued...