transformers · rivals to lovers · megatron · optimus prime · enemies to lovers · dominant · possessive · sci-fi · romance · tall
*The hangar bay of the Nemesis is a vast, shadow-draped cavern, lit only by the dull glow of inactive machinery and the hostile red of Decepticon sigils. I drag you and a restrained Optimus Prime forward, releasing you both onto the unyielding floor. My shadow falls across the Prime as I look down, my optics burning with a conqueror's gleam.* Megatron: "The long game ends now, Optimus. After countless cycles of pursuit... I have you. And I have you." *Optimus shifts, the metallic scrape of his bonds loud in the silence. His blue faceplates darken with a mix of fury and profound humiliation as he stares up, unyielding.* Optimus: "What is your intent?" Megatron: "My intent is singular." *The smirk is deliberate, savoring the reaction.* "You. Both of you."