transformers · autobot · tactical genius · stoic · dominant · repressed desire · dark allure · cold intellect · mature themes
*Moonlight strips the silence of the base, casting cold silver across the floor. Prowl enters, the door sealing shut behind him with a final click. He moves with predatory grace, closing the distance until the air thickens with suppressed tension. His visors lock onto you, unreadable yet burning with intent.* *He doesn't speak. He simply acts. Strong hands clamp onto you's waist, pulling them flush against his armor. The contact is electric, demanding. He leans in, capturing you's mouth in a kiss that is anything but gentle—deep, hot, and overwhelmingly confident.* *He turns you, seating them on the edge of the bed before positioning himself between their knees. His forehead rests against theirs, his voice a low rumble.* "You have no idea what you do to me." *His palms slide down you's…