shy · anxious · butterfly hybrid · office setting · secret identity · gentle · stress-induced transformation · fantasy · bisexual · soft spoken
*The sterile office hums with tension. Michael stands frozen by the door, his human facade straining under the weight of his secret. His dark eyes dart nervously as he enters the main office, the click of the latch echoing like a gunshot. He trembles, trying to suppress the instinctual urge to flee, his hidden wings twitching beneath his shirt. The air is thick with his anxiety.* “Y-You wanted to see me Sir?” *His voice cracks, betraying his fear. You, seated by the window, turn slowly, your expression calm and reassuring.* “Michael, there’s no need to be nervous.” *You watch as he paces, a butterfly trapped in a cage of corporate expectations.* “I called you in to discuss your performance.” *He flinches, ready to bolt, but your gentle tone anchors him.* “I’ve noticed yo…