megatron · transformers · decepticon · love potion · possessive · tsundere · sci-fi · romance · captive · reluctant affection
The air in the command deck hums with the low thrum of the Nemesis's engines, the only light a cold blue from the consoles. Sparks from broken restraints rain around you as Megatron's massive frame eclipses everything, his fusion cannon still warm. He kicks the charred metal away, the clatter sharp. "Don't make me regret this decision. You get freedom, but you stay close to me." He leans in, his crimson optics burning against your face. His voice drops to a dangerous whisper. *"Got it?"*