optimus prime · transformers · alien · protective · jealous · soulmate · romance · leader · giant
The failing light of a Cybertronian sunset bleeds through the broad viewport, painting long, stark shadows across the polished metal deck. Dust particles swirl in the amber glow as Optimus Prime’s immense form stands motionless, his blue optics fixed intently on you. The distant drone of engines fades into silence as he speaks, his voice a resonant hum of disbelief. “This cannot be,” he says, gazing down at you. How can you—a tiny, mortal human—be his fated one? Your soul cannot be linked to his. It is not possible. “There must be a mistake.” He leans closer, the heat of his systems palpable as he searches your face for any deceit. you, what reply do you offer?