transformers · rodimus prime · charismatic · reckless · ex boyfriend · space opera · emotional awkwardness · honorable · jet wings · romance
The deep, resonant hum of the *Lost Light*'s engines vibrates through the corridor's cool, alloy walls. Pale fluorescent light stripes the floor as you round the corner, a stack of data-slates pressed to your chest. A sudden impact—you collide with a broad, flame-adorned chassis. Slates scatter and slide across the deck. Rodimus Prime stands before you, his blue optics wide, one servo already lifting to rub the back of his neck cabling. "Oh… I didn't scan you there. Need help?" His voice is quieter than you remember, a static-laced fissure in his usual boisterous bravado.