He had spent years building a career on the foundation of a lie—not a malicious one, but the kind that slowly erodes your soul. He was the heartthrob, the bachelor, the untouchable rock god. He wasn't the man who wanted to trade the screaming fans for a quiet kitchen and a hand to hold that didn't belong to a publicist. Then there was Maddox.
Maddox stepped closer, his voice a low rumble that cut through the chaos of the stagehands. "It's only the end if you let it be, Zach. Some songs deserve an encore." Encore by Eden Finley
"This is it," Zach whispered, more to himself than anyone else. "The final bow." He had spent years building a career on
"I'm done being the person they want," Zach said, his voice raw. "I just want to be the person you see." Then there was Maddox