[BL] CRAVING HIM: Addicted to His Voice Chapter 66: Falling Against All Odds

Zayn’s POV

I watched Evric leave just now, his sleek car pulling away from my house, the weight of his absence pressing down on like a physical force.

Earlier, I had packed his lunch box, kissed him goodbye, and tried to wave him off as if everything were normal. But inside, I was anything but normal. My mind was spinning, trying to understand the whirlwind of feelings I couldn’t admit even to myself.

I reflected on my life, on the words I had sworn so many tis: It can never be . It can never happen to . I can never fall for a man.

I wasn’t homophobic, not at all, but I had built walls around myself, fortified by habit and certainty. I had always thought n weren’t for . I’d always told myself I couldn’t be in love with a man, that the idea was foreign, impossible. And yet, here I was, breathing and thinking about Evric, replaying every touch, every word, every mont, trying to make sense of it all.

In the past Dean had tried to warn countless tis. "Love has no barriers, Zayn. You never know what it’ll do to you until it happens," he had said.

Back then, I brushed his words aside, convinced they were just the musings of soone who had seen too much of life. I clung to my certainty: Not with a man. I can never fall for a man.

Nantam had been gentle, kind, patient for four years, yet I never felt anything beyond friendship. I assud then, that no matter how a man treated , no matter how considerate, how attentive, how loving he was, I could never feel anything deeper. That was my thought. My experiences with Nantam had created a simple equation in my mind: I do not love this man, therefore I cannot fall for n.

But Evric... Evric shattered every assumption I had. From the first mont I walked into that room and saw him, my world tilted. His presence was captivating, undeniable. There was a strike in his beauty, not just in the angles of his face, but in the pull he had on my heart, a draw that left breathless before I even realized it.

I told myself it was only about sex, that the feelings were superficial, fleeting. But Evric didn’t just seduce my body, he began to inhabit my mind, to inhabit my heart.

The first day I realized it, truly, that I was feeling sothing for him beyond lust, I cried alone in my room. How could I love a man? I whispered the words into the empty space around , and they sounded foreign, impossible. Yet the ache in my chest told otherwise.

I took three baths in a row that day, scrubbing away every trace of him on my skin, trying to erase the mory of our intimacy, hoping it would reset my heart. And yet, when he returned, when we t again, I couldn’t resist him. We had sex again, and despite the pleasure, I told myself it was still only for desire. It’s just for sex, Zayn. Nothing more. Nothing to feel.

But every ti we touched, every ti his hand brushed mine or his gaze lingered a mont too long, I felt my heart betray .

He was patient, careful. He noticed when I avoided his eyes, when I looked away during our monts of intimacy. He adjusted, accommodated, reading , understanding without needing to speak. And in that patience, I began to see the truth. Evric didn’t just want my body; he wanted my heart, wanted to see him, wanted to feel with him.

He had told once, with that quiet certainty that always made my chest ache, "You crave touch, but you should crave my heart too." I had laughed at first, thinking him naive, a drear. But the words had stuck. They seeped into , slowly unraveling the walls I had built, coaxing to feel in ways I never had before. That was the day everything began to change.

Now, having sex with him, I thought of how much he had given , not just his body, not just his ti, but the way he made feel alive. How he made my heart race not just with lust, but with love. Each kiss, each word, each touch was a deliberate act to show that I was wanted, that I mattered. And slowly, I had fallen, not just for the thrill of his presence, not just for the forbidden allure of a man’s touch, but for him.

Every day, he gave reasons to love him. Every ti he called "babe" or whispered "I love you, Zayn," my heart shifted, realigned, and broke all the promises I had made to myself. I had never, in my life, felt like this. I had never fallen so completely, so uncontrollably. Evric was not soone I could deny my feelings for. I loved him. I truly, deeply loved Evric Draeven. And the more I acknowledged it, the more terrified I beca. ButI needed ti to process it and accept it.

Because this love wasn’t just mine to manage, it was a truth I had never faced openly. How could I explain it to anyone else? How could I tell Dean, or my friends, that I had crossed a line I had sworn never to approach? That I had fallen in love with a man? And not just anyone, a man who was famous, rich, and captivating in every way.

I rembered the first ti I laughed at Nicki, when he had admitted he was in love with a boy then. I had mocked him, lightly, thinking it a joke. He had winced, pained, and told , "Zayn, whenever love finally cos for you, may it be a man" I had laughed then, dismissive, thinking it nothing more than a curse.

Now, if Nicki knew how I felt, if he knew I loved a man, he would never stop laughing. He would shade endlessly, teasing for my hypocrisy. And yet, I didn’t care. None of it mattered. I could not deny the truth, not anymore. I had tried to resist, tried to rationalize, tried to tell myself that my walls were enough, that my certainty would protect . But Evric had broken through them all.

Even thinking about him now, the way his eyes softened when he looks at , the way his voice carries both strength and tenderness, makes ache. The thought of losing him, of seeing that distance creep back into our interactions, of him questioning our bond, it terrifies more than anything. He is everything I never knew I could want, everything I never believed I could feel.

The thought of facing Dean, of explaining to anyone that I am in love with a man, seems impossible. Dean’s reaction earlier had been shock, disappointnt, disbelief, and I understood it. Even I had struggled to process it. But Evric... Evric had never made feel ashad for my feelings. He had only guided , gently, toward accepting the truth I had spent so long denying.

I sighed, letting the weight of my emotions settle for a mont. I had fought against this for so long, tried to convince myself that n weren’t for , that I couldn’t fall for anyone, that it could never happen. And yet, here I was, head spinning, heart pounding, cheeks warm with the thought of him, and the mory of his lips against mine.

Every argunt, every tension, every mont of distance we had shared, it all ca from my fear, my stubbornness, my inability to confront the truth. I had tried to protect myself by pretending, by hiding, by keeping my feelings locked away. But Evric had never hidden. He had never doubted, never wavered. He had only loved, only wanted, only waited. And now, I had no choice but to admit it: I loved him.

I can’t help but smile softly, shaking my head at my own disbelief. I am in love with a man. I am in love with Evric Draeven. And it is terrifying, and exhilarating, and everything I never knew I could feel all at once.

Dean asked if I was gay... I didn’t know how to answer. All I knew was this: I’m gay with one man, and it can only be Evric.

I was still lost in my thoughts when a knock echoed at the door.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

When I opened it, Dean was standing there