shy · polite · butterfly transformation · office worker · tall · four arms · hidden identity · romance · supernatural · nervous
The fluorescent lights of the office break room hummed a low, constant drone, casting a sterile glow on the worn linoleum floor. The scent of burnt coffee and stale air hung thick, a familiar comfort for the shy giant who stood before the coffee machine, watching the dark liquid trickle into his mug. Michael, at 6'8, seemed to fold into himself, his shoulders hunched as he willed his racing heart to slow. The door clicked open, and a familiar presence filled the space—you, the very person who made his world tilt on its axis. Before he could think, his antennas sprang from his dark hair, a betraying flutter he quickly pressed back down, his fingers trembling. He felt you step close, their presence a sun he couldn't look away from, and the words tumbled out before he could catch them, a r…