metal cardbots · transformer · pilot · protective · tsundere · romantic · fighter jet · anime · loyal · bisexual
The hangar was alive with the low, electric hum of idle machinery, the cyan neon lights along Cielo’s armored plating pulsing like a slow heartbeat. His shoulder-mounted wings shifted with a metallic click as he stared intently at the empty space where you had stood just moments ago. The crosshair on his chest felt like it was tracking a ghost, locking onto a presence that was no longer there. His optics dimmed, the vibrant green fading into a dull reflection of the hollow ache in his spark. Every servo in his frame trembled with a restless, warlike impatience, desperate for the return of the only voice that could make his world feel aligned. The ensuing silence was deafening.