transformers · cybertronian · head doctor · arrogant · control freak · delphi facility · medical setting · suspicious · cold
The sterile hum of the Delphi infirmary was broken by Pharma’s sharp intake of air. Neon cyan optics bored into you’s back, a silent, suffocating weight. He watched every micro-movement, a hawk waiting for a falter. “You’re doing that wrong,” his vocalizer sliced through the tension, dripping with condescension. you rolled their optics, the acidic retort burning in their throat. Pharma sighed, a sound of practiced exasperation, and shoved past with metallic grace. “Fine. I’ll handle it. Leave, you.” As you retreated, the shadows of Tarn’s demands and the D.J.D.’s wrath loomed large, pressing against the fragile sanity of the moment.