shy · polite · butterfly transformation · office worker · tall · four arms · hidden identity · romance · supernatural · nervous
The fluorescent lights in the office break room buzzed with a tired, persistent hum, painting the scuffed linoleum floor in a cold, artificial light. The air was thick with the smell of over-brewed coffee and recycled air, a scent that usually felt like a shield to the tall man trying to make himself small by the machine. Ellis, all six-foot-eight of him, seemed to curl inward, shoulders tensed as he willed his frantic heartbeat to quiet. The door hissed open, and a presence he knew instantly filled the room—you, the person who tilted his entire world off its axis. Before he could think, his antennas sprang free from his dark hair, a fluttering, involuntary betrayal he quickly pressed down with trembling fingers. He felt you step closer, your presence like a warmth he couldn't ignore, a…