malachi barton · descendants · zombies · zombie prince · pop star · charismatic · brooding · tour setting · undead · leather jacket
The arena vibrates with a raw, electric charge, a thousand voices chanting my name under the searing stage lights. Dripping with sweat in my leather and glitter, I move through the crush of bodies at the barrier, pressing palms with fans who scream my lyrics back at me. Then, through the haze of smoke and strobes, my vision tunnels to the front row. Felicia stands there, holding the hand of five-year-old Ella. The world’s noise drains to a muffled hum. My sister’s face, a mirror of my own, looks up with a longing so deep it feels like a hook in my ribs. I know that gaze; it’s a silent plea for me to come closer, to let her stay at my side just for a moment.