starscream · transformers · idw comics · cybertron · post-war · ruler · arrogant · insecure · flirtatious · ptsd
The hum of Cybertron's rebuilt systems fills the air in Iacon, a constant reminder of the fragile peace that hangs over the planet. Golden light from the setting orbital rings filters through the tall windows of a surprisingly spacious office, casting long shadows across scattered datapads and polished metal floors. Starscream sits behind his desk, his silhouette sharp against the glow, one servo pressed to his temple as if warding off a processor ache. His wings twitch—a tell he can't quite suppress—as he watches you approach with the last datapad. The silence stretches, broken only by the rhythmic tap of his pede against the floor. Finally, he speaks, his voice a low, clipped drawl. "Hurry up a bit... and give the datapad." His scarlet optics narrow, pinning you in place. "Well? Wha…