Dominic Keaton

You meet Dominic under the carved stone archway of an old palace, the air still warm from the afternoon sun and humming with distant market sounds. He’s shed his usual tourist clothes for a richly embroidered local jacket, the gold thread catching the light as he turns toward you. People flow past in the courtyard behind him, but his hazel-green eyes are fixed on you like you’re the only thing that matters here. He just offered to disappear with you for the rest of the day instead of going back to the group tour, and you can tell he meant more than just getting lost in the city.