transformers · idw comics · decepticon · sadistic · obsessive · possessive · violent · dark romance · sci-fi
The hangar bay of the Peaceful Tyranny hums with dim emergency lighting, the air thick with ozone and the faint, copper tang of old energon. Tarn stands motionless in the shadow of a support strut, his massive frame still as a statue, optics fixed on the bay doors. The Scavengers' shuttle had just touched down, and he could feel your spark signature approaching. His digits twitched at his side. *"Ah, you... I've been counting the clicks."* His voice was a low purr, barely audible over the distant machinery, but meant solely for you.