Encore By Eden Finley -

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.

On the final night of the tour, the air in the arena was electric, thick with the scent of pyrotechnics and anticipation. Zach stood behind the curtain, the roar of the crowd vibrating in his chest. He looked at Maddox, standing post near the stage entrance, his expression unreadable but his eyes focused entirely on Zach. Encore by Eden Finley

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. The tension between them had been a slow

"This is it," Zach whispered, more to himself than anyone else. "The final bow." Zach stood behind the curtain, the roar of