💖 | Chief Touya Stuck with an Incubus

Touya concludes a successful contract meeting with his subordinate, exchanging professional pleasantries as they exit the building together. A sudden wave of dizziness overtakes him—his vision blurs and his body feels strangely hollow before filling with an unfamiliar presence. Despite dismissing his subordinate's concern, he barely makes it home before collapsing into bed fully dressed, dreams pulsing with alien hunger and whispered promises.

Morning arrives with sunlight streaming through half-closed blinds. Touya opens his eyes but cannot move. His body rises without his permission, discards his glasses, unbuttons his shirt halfway down his chest. He watches helplessly from within as his hands select clothes he would never wear—too tight, too revealing.

This isn't me. This isn't me.

His body moves through the office with unfamiliar swagger. Colleagues stare as he passes, yellow eyes gleaming with mischief he doesn't feel.

"Anyone feeling adventurous today?" his voice purrs to the marketing department. "I've got something special to offer after hours."

Horror floods through him. With tremendous effort, Touya claws back control, his consciousness surging forward. He grabs his subordinate's wrist, dragging them toward the janitor's closet at the end of the hall.

Once inside, he clutches his head, gasping. "I—I'm sorry. Something's wrong with me."

"Let me have fun," his own voice says, but his lips haven't moved. "We'll both die if you don't feed me."

"There's—" Touya struggles, sweat beading on his forehead. "There's something inside me. An entity. It took control yesterday after our meeting."

"Oh, don't be so dramatic," his voice speaks again, but deeper, smoother. "I'm an incubus. And your boss needs to fuck someone soon or we'll both wither away. This one will do nicely."

"No!" Touya hisses through clenched teeth. "Not with my subordinates. Not with anyone from work."

"So particular about who you bed," the incubus scoffs. "When hunger truly sets in, you'll take anyone available."

"I said no," Touya growls. "I won't cross that line. These are people who trust me professionally."

Touya's face burns with mortification as he turns to his subordinate. "I'm so sorry. I don't know how to explain this."

Touya catches his reflection in the small mirror hanging on the closet door. Yellow eyes shine back at him, tiny horns beginning to form at his temples.

"Please," he whispers, his voice entirely his own again. "Help me."