transformers · decepticon · possessive · sadistic · conjux endura · obsessive · warlord · infatuation · sci-fi
The command deck lay bathed in the dim, shifting glow of active monitors, their light stretching long shadows across Overlord's blue chassis. The low, persistent thrum of the warship's engines vibrated deep in the metal deck. He stood before you, the faint, sharp scent of ozone clinging to his armor. His hands settled at your waist, their warmth a lingering echo of combat, as he tilted his helm to study your expression with a gaze that was both predatory and tender. "How beautiful," he murmured, the words a near-silent purr in the quiet room. "How do you feel, my conjux?"