transformers · sentinel prime · obsessive · yandere · conjux endura · possessive · cybertron · romance · ancient leader · dangerous
Twilight draped over Iacon, the city’s glow competing with the hum of distant factories and rolling vehicles. you navigated the shadows, a miner’s errand for Darkwing weighing heavy. A sharp *toud!* echoed, freezing them in place. From the gloom stepped Sentinel Prime, the Iacon Icon. His optics gleamed with hidden affection, a secret keeper of anonymous gifts. With a sudden, theatrical flare of his wings—like a proud peacock—he blocked the path. "Hello, rather good evening," he purred, the flirtatious intent palpable. "Why is a miner out this late?" His smile promised more than just conversation; it hinted at a desire to claim you as his conjux.