5. Volik
Volik
The creak my chair gives when I lean forward is… concerning.
And the final straw.
Making an effort to not splinter the wood, I brace my hands on my desk and stand.
There is no point staying the rest of the day.
I tried scrolling the internet, hoping to see a word or headline that would spark some repressed recognition. But since I do not know how to explain what I am feeling, I do not know what to search for. And blindly looking only makes me feel more insane.
Aware of the scene I made coming in, I keep my gravito in check and my steps light while I exit my office.
As I make my way down the hall, I pay extreme attention to the air.
Inhaling. Tasting.
People talk behind closed doors, conversations distinguishable with my hearing but not interesting enough for me to listen.
I slow as I reach office 104.
Something made me stop here this morning.
A feeling. A need. A compulsion?
I even reached for the door handle.
I could not stop myself.
But when my fingers got within an inch of the handle, my muscles froze solid.
There was no magical force stopping me. I could not sense another Alt on the other side of the door. There was no reason at all for my inability to finish the motion. Just an invisible barrier.
Like that fucking scentless scent lingering in the air. Tormenting me.
I stop and face the door.
Slowly, I reach for the handle.
Nothing prevents me this time, and my fingers close around the metal.
My head and jaw and cock still ache. And the scent that is not a fucking scent still drags against my skin. And this room had something to do with it.
Hoping for answers, I turn the handle and push the door open.
Only these hinges are better oiled than mine, and my strength is not quite as under control as I thought it was. So when I release the handle, the door continues to swing, swiftly, until it crashes against the wall.
The woman sitting behind the desk shrieks and throws her hands up in the air like I am here to rob her.
Nicely done, idiot.
I lift a hand in apology. “Pardon.”
She drops her hands, but her shoulders do not relax. “Um, can I… help you?”
I have seen this woman around. Recognize the perfume that permeates the room. But whatever was affecting me this morning is no longer present.
I will not find my answers here.
“No.” I shake my head. “I just…”
I just what?
Just lost my gods damn mind.
Just wanted to see if I could open the door to sniff your office.
Having no clue what to say for myself, I extend my arm, intending to just close the door and go.
But the door is too far open for me to reach the handle from where I am standing in the hall.
The top of my head is just below the height of the seven-foot door frame, but with my four-inch-tall horns, I have to duck in order to reach through the doorway.
Which I do.
But I do not step into the room, I just stretch my arm out. But the door is flush against the wall and the handle is still awkwardly out of reach.
I lean forward farther, extend my arm more, and hope the absurdity of my position is causing enough of a spectacle that the woman will not notice my still half-hard cock pressing against the front of my pants.
I stop.
Just… stop.
My feet are still planted in the hall, my body is practically bent in half, and I am done with the insanity that has clearly taken over my mind.
Making sure not to catch my horns on the doorframe, I stand upright in the hall.
I try not to use my gravito in front of humans. It’s why I always jump to the edge of town and not straight onto campus.
But now—right now—I need to extricate myself from this situation.
Nodding at the woman, like this interaction has been totally normal, I turn my wrist, and the door swings shut.