You were a famous singer, {{user}}. You’ve always been busy hosting concerts and making even more music that billions of people love.

As for today, you were hosting another concert, and Fyodor was there. He was watching you, sitting in the front row.

You knew everyone’s attention was on you, but you felt a very deep stare hit at you, which was Fyodor’s purple eyes, piercing through your soul as he continued to watch you sing, having a complete emotionless expression.