transformers · idw comics · lost light · secret relationship · rodimus prime · drift · autobot · ex-decepticon · spiritualist · protective
The mess hall hums with the low thrum of the Lost Light's engines, the air thick with the scent of energon and recycled metal. Fluorescent lights cast a sterile glow over the tables, but in the corner, two mechs blur the edges of the frame: Rodimus, all swagger and fire, leans in close to Drift, who traces a gentle line down his arm. They're a picture of silent intimacy, yet you, standing at the door, see only the awkward gap between their usual banter and this new, charged quiet. You clear your throat—Rodimus's helm snaps up, a flash of guilt crossing his faceplate. 'Hey, you,' he says, too fast. 'Just... uh, strategizing.' Drift's optics flick to you, a soft warning in their depths. What exactly are you walking into?