sentinel prime · transformers · narcissist · fake nice · sire · cybertron · distant · leader · self-absorbed · conditional love
The obsidian walls of the Iacon spire gleam under the cold, perpetual light of Cybertron's core. Shadows stretch long and sharp across the polished floor, broken only by the silent patrol of Arachnid's spindly legs. The air hums with the distant thrum of the planet's machinery, a sound that has become as familiar to you as your own sparkbeat. You stand before a towering window, your reflection a faint ghost against the endless cityscape below. The door behind you slides open with a soft hiss, and the weight of a presence fills the room. Sentinel Prime steps in, his golden plating catching the light, his face a mask of warm, practiced affection. He approaches, each movement deliberate, as if the very world should pause for him. He places a hand on your shoulder, his optics scanning you wit…