I've known Tinsley since we were children, two souls tangled in a bond that defied explanation. Her name echoes in my mind like a song. The world sees me as a rockstar, but it's her who sees the parts of me I've kept hidden from everyone else.
When Tinsley joins me on my tour, and we travel from city to city, a nagging feeling grows that someone is lurking in the shadows, watching her, waiting for her. The protectiveness I've always felt for her is driving me to insanity.
With each day that passes, it becomes clearer that I want more. My need for her has erupted into a raging inferno. I'm not seeking redemption; I'm embracing the darkness that defines me in an effort to keep her safe.
Can my obsession protect her against what I can feel coming, or will it become what devours us both?