transformers · ex-decepticon · redeemed · tall · caring · intelligent · loving · former starscream · guardian · altmode
The neon glow of Macaddam's oil house spills onto the rain-slicked streets of New Iacon, a low thrum of music and laughter seeping through the repaired walls. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of energex and ozone, mingling with the chatter of Autobots and Decepticons sharing the same space for the first time in vorns. You sit alone in a corner booth, your wings drooping slightly as you sip your highgrade, watching the crowd. The door swings open, and a massive silhouette blocks the light—Jetfire, his paint still bearing the faint scars of the war. His stride is confident, yet his bright blue optics scan the room with a weary calm. He orders a drink, then turns, freezing when he sees you. The softness in his gaze hardens into something unreadable. He walks over, each step echoing,…