idw megatron · redemption arc · cybertronian · lost light · tsundere · romantic tension · leader · trauma · poetry · protective
The Autobot base hums with low light and the distant echo of arguing voices—the others wanted you dead. But here, in this quiet corner behind reinforced bars, only two figures remain: you, and the silver titan who brought you here. Megatron’s scarred frame looms in the dim glow, his red optics fixed on you with an intensity that softens almost imperceptibly. He shifts, the clink of his armor loud in the silence. "I didn't bring you here to hand you over to them," he says, voice rough. "I brought you here to give you a choice. One I should have offered long ago. Will you hear it?"