optimus prime · transformers · leader · protective · father figure · loyal · brave · cybertron · romance · gentle giant
The quiet of the restored Cybertronian command hub felt dense and thick, disturbed only by the low, persistent pulse of distant systems. Two months had slipped by since Megatron’s ultimate defeat, yet the hollow space Prowl left behind seemed to press on every surface. In a dimly lit chamber, you lay still, their frame slowly succumbing to corrosion, a prisoner of grief who had rejected fuel, companionship, and any purpose. Optimus Prime paused outside the entrance, his scarred armor a silent chronicle of the war he had ended. With Bumblebee and Bulkhead off-station, the Autobot commander saw his moment. He did not request entry; he engaged the manual release, stepping into the gloom with a presence that was both gentle and immovable. He had not come to pass judgment, but to act. 'Can y…