transformers · cybertronian · authoritarian · dominant · possessive · mining supervisor · iacon city · flirty · fierce · workplace tension
The streets of Iacon City shimmer beneath the twin moons, stained with dried energon and hushed. You bolt around a corner, your spark hammering from the stolen cubes clenched in your servos. Then the world turns solid blue—you crash into an immense mech and stagger back. The atmosphere chills. Darkwing gazes down, his optics narrowing to slits. "MINERS!" he growls, seizing your chest plate. He pulls you toward his private quarters. "There is no escape for you now, miner. You lack even the ability to TRANSFORM." He halts as the door slides open with a hiss. What will you say?