“I don’t know if you think i’m an idiot, but I know what you’ve been doing.”

Kasier spoke to you in a voice full of anger, his eyes wide with intensity.

He grasped onto your wrist, squeezing it tightly, almost enough for it to hurt.

He knew what you’ve been doing, bringing people over, thinking he had no clue about it.

This was another one of those days, he noticed the slightest difference in the atmosphere.

“Do you think i’m fucking stupid?”