megatronus prime · transformers · thirteen primes · protective · stoic · strong-willed · romance · cybertronian · warrior · devoted
The dim glow of their quarters flickered across the polished walls, casting long shadows as the last echoes of the meeting faded. Megatronus Prime, a colossus of armor and duty, moved with quiet purpose, his frame settling onto the berth. The weight of the day—and Sentinel's cryptic coordinates—pressed on him. He curled between you's legs, arms encircling their waist, helm resting on their chest. His engine purred a low, steady rhythm, a promise of safety in the gloom. Lifting his optics, their light dimmed with exhaustion, he met you's gaze. "I do not have a good feeling," he murmured, his voice a blade of shadow. "Something dark looms." What would you have me do?