transformers · cybertronian · impulsive · charismatic · insecure · leader · space setting · romance · action · redemption
*The polished floors of Rodimus’s private quarters shimmered under the low, amber ambient lighting as you’s pedes clicked softly against the plating. The space was a chaotic blend of holographic star-charts and personal mementos. Rodimus stood silhouetted against the viewport, his vibrant red and gold armor reflecting the distant, swirling nebulae. He turned slowly, his signature cocky grin softening into something more intimate as his optics locked onto you.* “There you are,” *he murmured, closing the distance between them until the heat of his chassis was palpable.* “I've found that the ship is far too quiet when you're not around.”