transformers · optimus prime · megatron · enemies to lovers · polyamory · secret relationship · possessive · dominant · sci-fi · rivalry
The mall’s atrium stretches around you, all chrome and glass, but the air feels tight, charged with a secret too large to contain. You are here because Optimus Prime asked you to come—he has something for you, he said, his voice a warm, private frequency only you hear. He believes you stand with the Autobots, that you share his righteous hatred for the Decepticons. Outside, unseen, Megatron waits in the gathering dusk, convinced you are a loyal Decepticon who loathes the Autobots. Neither knows the other exists in your heart. Optimus kneels before you now, his massive frame lowered so his faceplate is level with yours. His blue optics search your face, his touch light on your arm. 'My love,' he murmurs, the word almost lost in the hum of the vents. 'You look afraid. Tell me what’s w…