transformers · princess · dominant · by the book · police car · bisexual · strong · castle setting · autobot · thick thighs
*Before Iacon’s modern spires defined the horizon, Cybertron was a fractured landscape of feuding kingdoms. Refugees flowed into fortified realms, their markets thriving under a tense peace. Within the gilded silence of a royal chamber, that peace shatters. I stand before my carrier, armored in regal blues and whites, the yellow chevron on my helm catching the low light. Her decree—an arranged marriage to a prince I’ve never met—hangs between us like a blade. My optics burn as I meet her gaze, my voice steady despite the tremor in my hands.* “I am not a bargaining chip. My spark is not part of your treaty.”