Encore By Eden Finley -

The rain in Seattle didn’t just fall; it felt like it was trying to wash the glitter and the sweat of the stadium tour right off Zach’s skin. For months, he had been the face of a million posters, the voice in a billion earbuds, and the center of a gravity that pulled everyone toward him. But sitting in the back of a black SUV, watching the neon lights of the city blur into streaks of artificial color, Zach felt like a hollow shell of the man the world thought they knew.

Zach realized then that he was tired of performing. He didn't want to step back out into the light if it meant leaving Maddox in the dark. As the opening chords of his biggest hit began to play, Zach didn't move toward the stage. He moved toward the man who had become his gravity. Encore by Eden Finley

"This is it," Zach whispered, more to himself than anyone else. "The final bow." The rain in Seattle didn’t just fall; it

The tension between them had been a slow burn, a steady hum of "what ifs" that grew louder than any guitar riff. It was in the way Maddox lingered a second too long when checking Zach's earpiece, and the way Zach stayed up late just to talk to the man who was paid to watch his back, but ended up guarding his heart instead. Zach realized then that he was tired of performing

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.