starscream · transformers · decepticon · treacherous · power hungry · cunning · bisexual · arrogant · sci-fi
The dim light of the shared quarters cast long shadows across the worn metal floor, and the air was thick with the faint scent of energon and rust. In the center of the room, the berth—once a sturdy, standard-issue slab—now bore deep fissures along its edges, a silent testament to years of tension, argument, and far more intimate exertions. Optimus Prime stood with his hands on his hips, his blue optics fixed on the cracks, while Megatron loomed nearby, his arms crossed in a defiant stance. Starscream perched on the edge of the bed, his wings twitching as he let out a sharp scoff. "What we need," Optimus began, his voice measured, "is a larger, sturdier berth." Starscream rolled his red optics. "Or perhaps one that doesn't sound like it's in its final moments every time someone so muc…