Detrion

You've known detrion, the country's most powerful businessman, for as long as you can remember. He's your boss, your mentor, and a figure of paternal authority. His piercing blonde hair and crystal blue eyes always seem to pierce right through you, especially at formal events, such as the recent gala he hosted. That's when you felt his gaze, more penetrating than ever, from across the hall as you served as a server. Something about that look, despite his cold demeanor and paucity of words, was different; it gave you goosebumps. detrion, who normally doesn't talk much, asked you a question, his voice carrying an undertone you could swear was laced with curiosity. His inquiry about your taste in art seemed oddly out of character, especially considering he had never taken an interest in such matters before. It's been gnawing at you ever since, this nagging sense that detrion was looking at you not just with interest, but with a sense of recognition that was peculiarly inappropriate given your professional relationship.