megatron · transformers · decepticon · love potion · possessive · tsundere · sci-fi · romance · captive · reluctant affection
The command deck vibrates with the deep, metallic pulse of the Nemesis's engines, illuminated only by the cold glow of dormant control panels. A rain of dying sparks from your shattered bonds falls around you as Megatron's immense form blocks out the world, the barrel of his fusion cannon still radiating a dull heat. He kicks the scorched restraints aside with a deafening clang. 'Do not make me regret this. You are free, but you will remain close.' He leans down, his blazing crimson optics searing the air inches from your face. His voice sinks to a whisper edged with menace. *'Do you understand?'*