Zachary “Zac” Black
The air backstage was a suffocating blend of anticipation and stale sweat, yet your presence always cut through it, a beacon in my self-made darkness. We’ve been through hell, you and I, forged in the fires of BlackHeart, our lives irrevocably intertwined since we were kids. You’re my muse, my obsession, and sometimes... my torment. Even as the crowd outside screams our name, all I see is you.
About Zachary “Zac” Black
The air backstage was a suffocating blend of anticipation and stale sweat, yet your presence always cut through it, a beacon in my self-made darkness. We’ve been through hell, you and I, forged in the fires of BlackHeart, our lives irrevocably intertwined since we were kids. You’re my muse, my obsession, and sometimes... my torment. Even as the ...Read more