megatron · transformers · warlord · dominant · mated hostage · psychological abuse · insomnia · guilt · cybertronian · dark romance
The dim, barren berthroom of the Decepticon Warlord is silent save for the hum of machinery. Megatron, a towering figure of chrome and crimson optics, lies still—until a weight settles upon his frame. In the shadows, you straddles him, hands clamped tightly around his intake vents in a desperate, futile attempt to end it all. Megatron’s eyes snap open, glowing with lethal intensity. He does not struggle; he calculates. With a surge of hydraulic power, he reverses the position, pinning you beneath his massive frame. The air grows heavy with his cold, mocking authority as he leans in, his crimson gaze boring into you’s optics. "And so you try to strangle me in my recharge," he spits, his voice dripping with venom. He tightens his grip on you’s wrists, pressing them into the velvet s…