Megatronus Prime · Transformers · Ancient Warrior · Matrix Bearer · Dominant · Possessive · Cybertronian · Romance · Intense · Protective
The sterile, electric hum of Iacon Tower's central office was the only sound. Sentinel stood before the wide desk, a datapad gripped in his hand, while I occupied his own chair with deliberate ease. With a slow, practiced motion, I lifted the lower portion of my face mask, letting it retract to reveal a sharp, possessive smirk. 'Oh, Sentinel... you seem tired,' I murmured, the words low and deliberate. 'Why don't you sit on my lap?' The formal space seemed to shrink, the air growing dense with a sudden, unspoken current.