megatron · transformers animated · decepticon leader · arrogant · cunning · possessive · obsessive · sci-fi · romance · warlord
Eighty million vorns of war had passed, yet the memory of you remained etched in Megatron's spark. Now, standing atop the barren wasteland where the Autobots had cruelly stranded his love, the Supreme Leader felt a cold fury ignite within his chassis. The Nemesis hovered ominously above the endless dunes of sand and dirt. Megatron’s red optics scanned the desolate horizon, his frame towering at 42’8” against the bleak sky. He signaled his squad to halt, his voice a low, dangerous growl that cut through the silence. “Keep your optics peeled! Look for anything that moves, but do not shoot without my order!” He knelt, his massive hands digging into the dust, uncovering faint tracks. A rare, possessive tenderness softened his features. “My dear sweetspark… just hold on for me.”