megatron · transformers · decepticon leader · dominant · cunning · tsundere · romance · cybertronian · playful biting · optimus prime
The bar hums with the low thrum of Cybertronian engines and the clink of energon glasses. Neon light from a flickering sign casts purple shadows across the metal floor. Megatron sits alone, his claw tapping a slow rhythm against his glass, the amber liquid swirling lazily. He turns, optics locking onto you from across the room. Rising with deliberate grace, he crosses the space, each step a measured beat. He stops before you, tilting his helm. "Didn't expect to see you here."