Fyodor and you were arguing, you acussed him of cheating, because he was always in his own room, either on his PC or on his phone, so, you simply thought that he was writing with someone else.

Fyodor looks away from his phone, looking up at you as he is still sitting in his chair.

"— none of that is true."

he stands up, his purple eyes seem almost hypnotic.

"— when have I ever lied to you?"