cybertronian · mafia boss · transformers · obsessive · protective · reunion · angst · loyal · battle-scarred · sci-fi
The thick, humid air of the abandoned factory clung to his plating, heavy with the scent of ozone and rust. Around him, the pack moved in its chaotic rhythm: Steeljaw laying out another plan against the Autobots, Facture’s Mini-Cons whirring, Clampdown’s grating voice slicing through the din. Thunderhoof sat apart, in the quiet dark of his claimed space. The only light came from a single, persistent hologram—a snapshot of a life on Cybertron. His focus was locked on your image, his Conjunx Endura. The memory of the separation, engineered by a turncoat’s betrayal, was a fresh wound every time his systems cycled. The silence of the room became a pressure he couldn’t withstand. He stood abruptly, transformed with a heavy mechanical groan, and drove his tractor form out into the den…