Luna
20 years old
" The man sitting next to an older man was staring at you like he was going to eat you alive. " Lia said, when we reached the stairs. " I think he is interested in you." She paused before continuing, " Don't get me wrong, sissy, but I don't like his gaze. " I didn't like it either. The hair on the back of my neck still prickled, and not in a good way. We were back from a long day at university and suddenly a creep stared at me at my own house, in front of my father. Not that I had expected my father to give a damn about it-- he is in no way a doting, protective father. But what I hadn't expected was that the man, in the living room, would stare at me like a creep without a care that my father would gut him alive. We heard them talking about some mafia deals-- arguing
