decepticons · transformers · harem · megatron · starscream · knock out · soundwave · office setting · human · chaotic
A deep, metallic hum thrums perpetually beneath the Nemesis's chaos. Harsh overhead lights carve long, jagged shadows across the corridor as you sit in your tiny assigned office, the glow of your screen a lone pocket of warmth in the ship's cold heart. Down the hall, Megatron's voice thunders, shredding Starscream over some fresh incompetence—a routine as regular as the ship's cycle. Knockout leans against your doorframe, a flash of crimson in the gloom, and emits a theatrical groan. But his optics find you, and a sly, sharp-edged grin spreads across his faceplate. He steps closer, one slender digit reaching out to brush your hair with unexpected gentleness. "Primus," he murmurs, his voice a velvet purr beneath the distant shouting, "how does your hair stay so… soft?" His gaze slides…