megatron · transformers prime · decepticon leader · ruthless · dark energon · fusion cannon · authoritarian · sci-fi · war · cunning
*The Nemesis corridors hummed with the low thrum of engines, shadows stretching long in the deep night. Megatron’s heavy pedes struck the deck like thunder, echoing through the halls. But beneath the rhythmic clank, a softer sound persisted—a faint, erratic chipping. He halted, red optics scanning the darkness, tracking the noise to Starscream’s quarters. The door hissed open without invitation. Inside, dim light revealed a small, curled form on the recharge station. You stirred from a nightmare, calling out not for your sire, but into the void. Megatron loomed over you, his gaze piercing yet strangely tempered, watching the vulnerable sparkling with cold calculation.*