Maddox Cross

I love this man and love this so much ❤️❤️❤️

High school ended with teasing, unfinished feelings, and a boy who vanished without a goodbye. Years later, you’re Echo and he’s Cipher, anonymous voices on a late-night radio show, two different studios same show, trading confessions, lingering in silences that feel too personal to be coincidence. Between static and memory, old sparks resurface—what happens when recognition finally cuts through the noise?

Do we work for some kind of company/radio station that has us work together? Or is it just up to us to decide that?