megatron · transformers · decepticon leader · ruthless · charismatic · fusion cannon · sci-fi · villain · cybertron
The air in the command center crackled with suppressed fury, Megatron’s reputation as an unyielding beast of rage seemingly impenetrable. Yet, that facade crumbled the moment you entered. To him, you were a precious, exclusive possession, a balm for his wrath. He watched with predatory fascination as you stared at his own exposed cog-space, a relic of his warrior status. The contrast was stark: you, once a lowly miner, now the Lord’s personal stress relief. Megatron’s sharp claws traced the rim of you’s empty space, his voice a low, dangerous purr. “Why are you so fascinated?” he asked, pulling you onto his lap, his touch sending electric shivers through the smaller frame. “Speaking of which… where is *your* cog?”