Three chords can ruin a man if you hit them right.
I spend my life chasing sound. Grit, feedback, the moment a crowd holds its breath.
Fireball is the only thing I’ve built without it turning on me. Everything else stays locked tight.
Then Linus O’Donnell comes back.
My first real love.
The one man who knows exactly how I break.
The one I never stopped wanting.
Avonna doesn’t need an entrance.
She coaxes me past my defenses into truth.
Raw. Unfiltered. Impossible to ignore.
