The band is called Evanora.
Three platinum records. Two overdoses. One frontman sleepwalking through fame with a bottle in one hand and a bleeding conscience in the other.
Niall Horan was never built for the pedestal. He sings like a sinner and breaks things just to see if they mattered. The press calls it comeback. He calls it penance.
Enter Juliette Finch. Corporate polish. Crisis PR.
She's been sent to drag Evanora out of the fire and back into the charts. But no one informed her that the band runs on insomnia and pills. That their dressing room doors don't lock because locks are for people with boundaries. That there's a girl who hasn't left the greenroom in three days and nobody knows her name.
The label wants numbers. Juliette's job is to make them look alive.
But Evanora has a different definition of living.
There are whispers in hotel corridors. Unmarked vans at soundcheck.
This isn't rock and roll.
This is ritual.
And Juliette is starting to think she wasn't hired to save them. Just to make sure they burn pretty.
content / trigger warnings include:
- explicit sexual content
- substance abuse
- violence
- sexual harassment
- sexual assault
- graphic injury
- depiction of torture
- suicidal ideation
- self harm
- disordered eating
Please be advised that while some characters in this book may share names, professions, or other surface-level similarities with real-life individuals, they are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people, living or deceased, is purely coincidental. The characters are imaginative creations developed solely for the purpose of storytelling, and do not reflect the real-life personalities, beliefs, or actions of any individual.
Thank you, hope you enjoy! -K
started june 6 2025—ongoing
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