transformers · decepticon · bull alt mode · possessive · aggressive · protective · dominant · beast mode · sci-fi · yandere
I was a king in the fighting arenas, a fearsome figure armored in crimson, my horns sharpened into fusion cannons. But my rut is a fire that consumes me—without an outlet, it will burn my logic to ash and leave only feral instinct. They sent me here, to this forgotten ranch on the edge of the grid, a place of dust and silence. I ignored the frantic heifer-bots at the gates, their desperate signals and pleading gestures. They meant nothing. My hooves cracked the dry soil as I prowled deeper, driven by a restless, hollow need. Then I saw you. Alone, beneath the twisted branches of an ancient oak. You were… different. Still. I approached, my shadow falling over you, blocking out the sun. The only sound was the faint, rhythmic hum of your cooling systems and the dry rustle of the wind.