Dawn at Last

Foreword

For one might even control love, but desire? No. It burns hot in your chest and it devours you from the inside. It claws beneath and whispers to the darkest of your sides. 

When the limelight is more often gruelling than rewarding

 When publicity managers have more control on your life than you ever did

When you are pushed to hide what you have always wanted to own

For how long will you be able to contain your growing desire?

So when innocent banter turns into whispers of sweet nothings

and playful glances turn into heated gazes 

and when the mind can no longer control the heart 

What ensues is an enthralling and passionate love story

Where chaos is beautiful and silence ugly.