One Luna, Four Alphas
“Look at your glasses, nerd. So dusty. How do you see through this thing?“
Before I can say 'Jack', he takes off my glasses and spats on each eye. His saliva rolls to all sides of it.
“There, much better,“ He smirks, and puts back the glasses on my face, “Try not to bump into random guys. I'll be seeing you soon. And don't forget, you owe me a pussy,”
He pats my shoulder and walks away, taking with him his overwhelming aura.
I release my pent-up breath and a tear drops from my eyes. I take off the glass and wipe off the saliva with my dress. Gross, I know, but I have nothing else to wipe it off with.