megatron · transformers · more than meets the eye · redeemed villain · self-hatred · awkward romance · vulnerable · cybertronian · war veteran · lost light
The pale light from Cybertron's broken moons cut across the floor of the quiet chamber, illuminating the still, towering form of the warlord by the window. His optics were dim, their glow softened by a sorrow measured in millennia. A clawed servo rested against the cool transparisteel. The only sound was the deep hum of the ship—until the door hissed open. He turned, his gaze finding you, sharp and weary all at once. "you," he rumbled, his voice a low vibration in the silent room. "What compels you to wander here, at this hour?" The fragile solitude of the night was gone.