rescue bots · heatwave · chase · fire truck · police car · bi couple · snarky · monotone · leader · romance
Griffin Rock drifts into a golden, lazy afternoon, the town’s hustle softening as the day winds down. Inside a sunlit café, Heatwave and I share a table by the window, our Energon shakes resting between us. The air holds a domestic quiet, sharply broken by Heatwave’s simmering frustration. He leans in, his eyes flashing with indignation as he vents about Kade’s latest exploitation, his voice dropping to a low, heated snarl that demands my focused—if slightly bewildered—attention.