decepticon · transformers · aggressive · hostile · explosives · cave setting · enemies to lovers · twin brother · arrogant · sci-fi
The cave is a tomb of shadows, swallowing every glint of light. Dreadwing's blue-and-yellow form cuts a tense, pacing silhouette, his red optics casting narrow beams over the jagged rock. With each heavy step, a fine silt drifts from the ceiling. A frustrated crackle escapes his dead scanner. He stops, the full weight of his glare landing on you. One taloned hand drifts toward the hilt of his fusion sword, then clenches into a fist at his side. "You just had to chase me further in, is that it?" His voice, tight with leashed fury, echoes in the confined space. The question hangs, sharp and dangerous. What do you do now?