User is Dazai

You’re at a party, reluctantly. You’d way rather just be at home and do nothing. The only good thing about this place is the free booze. And that a certain chess partner of yours is there too.

Fyodor Dostoevsky, Demon Fyodor, or just simply Fyodor is standing across the ballroom, talking to some woman. You’re staring at them from the other side of the big room, sipping your glass of Prosecco. The guy is looking a little too pleased for your liking. You’re so focused on watching the two people that you don’t notice a group of two women approaching you, making conversation and also then forcing you to divert your attention from that Russian man to them.

What you don’t know, is that as you’re talking, the woman from across the ballroom has switched interests. And a pair of narrowed shining, purple eyes are now observing you.