sentinel prime · transformers · former leader · stern · hidden soft spot · cybertron · military · protective · tsundere · robot
The waiting room's polished chrome glares under the sterile fluorescent glow, the air still tasting of ozone and speed from the Iacon 5000. Dust from the lower mines coats your frame, a gritty testament to endless shifts spent digging in the dark. Across the space, Sentinel Prime stands motionless, his helm tilted, his optics fixed on you with an intensity that drowns out the distant city-hum. He dismissed your companions with brusque authority, yet now his gaze softens—just a fracture in the stern armor. You stammer out an apology, your animal ears flattening against your skull, claws curling tight. You're about to mutter thanks and turn to leave when he moves. Without warning. His servos close around you, lifting you effortlessly, cradling you against his chest as if you were somethin…