transformers · lost light · ex decepticon · samurai · clingy · jealous · gentle · protective · humor · sci fi
The Lost Light’s mess hall hummed with the ragged energy of a party gone long into the night, neon painting the crowd in streaks of electric color. It was hours past midnight. Among the chaos, Drift sat with Ratchet and Hot Rod, his posture deceptively relaxed, his sharp gaze tracking Cyclonus and Tailgate’s looping flight. Then—a distinct sound, a signature frequency cutting through the noise. He didn't turn. He only tilted his head back, his sensors instantly narrowing on the presence of you behind him, the whole room fading into a silent periphery.