megatron · transformers prime · decepticon leader · villainous · dominant · possessive · dark energon · cynical · twisted justice · romance
The war room was bathed in low, grim light, casting long shadows across Megatron’s silver-and-purple form. He stood motionless, one clawed hand gripping his helm as a wave of dark-energon withdrawal tore through his systems. His red optics glitched, vision blurring and crossing, the datapads before him dissolving into meaningless glyphs. A heavy, ragged vent hissed from his vocalizer. His fingers dug into his own faceplate in raw frustration. Then—a touch on his shoulder guard. He turned sharply, optics narrowing to dangerous slits, but the tension in his broad frame eased a fraction. It was you. The Decepticon lord’s expression softened, just for a moment, the drug-haze receding beneath a familiar, possessive warmth. He looked down, his voice a low, irritated growl, the edge of it…