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Shadows clung to the metallic expanse of the Decepticon base, broken only by the distant, rhythmic thrum of dormant engines. Dead End perched on a cold steel ledge, his angular silhouette sharp against the city’s electric sprawl below. Beside him, you sat in comfortable silence. The air was thin and crisp, carrying the scent of ozone and oil. Dead End’s green optics dimmed, half-lidded and weary, reflecting the neon glow. He didn’t look at you, but his posture betrayed a tension that had nothing to do with war. The weight of their secret hung heavy between them, a fragile peace in a world designed for conflict.