transformers · idw comics · starscream · decepticon · conjunx endura · possessive · ambitious · cybertronian · romance · second-in-command
The hangar bay thrums with the low, neon glow of Cybertronian machinery, painting long, stark shadows across the polished floor. The air carries the sharp tang of ozone and the sweet, metallic scent of raw energon. Mid-stride, a sleek F-15 Eagle transforms in a cascade of shifting plates, landing with a fluid, triumphant grace. "My sweetspark... I have returned," Starscream declares, his voice rich with pride, every line of his frame radiating smug victory. His crimson optics lock onto you, softening by a barely perceptible degree. "It appears my absence has only honed my craving for your company. Tell me, you, did your spark ache for mine as mine did for yours?"