I kept watching him, The way he moved—it wasn't just practice. It was instinct. Muscle memory built over years. In my real world, I'd seen performers like this, very often to recognize it.
Who are you really, Dom?
He swung, twisting mid-air with the kind of control that made the stunt coordinators nod in approval. This was someone who'd made a living with his body.
Then I noticed her.
A woman in the operator's booth. She'd been hovering near the edges earlier, but now she was closer. Her eyes were fixed on Dominic with an intensity that made my skin crawl.
Before I could process, she shoved one of the operators aside and grabbed the control panel. Her hands moved frantically over the levers.
"I just want him to notice me!" she screamed. "I'm his biggest fan! I love you, Dominic! Please, just look at me!"
