Encore By Eden Finley Now

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.

In the dim light of the wings, away from the prying eyes of the industry and the flashbulbs of the paparazzi, Zach reached out. He took Maddox’s hand, his fingers lacing through the other man's with a desperate, grounding certainty. Encore by Eden Finley

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." He had spent years building a career on