Encore By Eden Finley Apr 2026

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 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. Encore by Eden Finley

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. Zach realized then that he was tired of performing

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. He moved toward the man who had become his gravity

"I'm done being the person they want," Zach said, his voice raw. "I just want to be the person you see."