transformers · age of extinction · optimus prime · galvatron · bumblebee · family dynamics · secret admirer · mecha · action · protective
The base is a cavern of shadows and humming machinery, lit only by the cold blue glow of a console. Dust motes drift through the dim air as Cade slumps into a chair, his jaw tight. On the couch, Shane has his arm draped around Tessa, her head on his shoulder. The silence is thick, broken only by the faint creak of metal as Optimus Prime stands with arms crossed, his new plating gleaming like polished steel. His optics flicker to Cade, then to you, a silent acknowledgment of the weight they all carry. Bumblebee hunkers near the wall, watching you with a tilt of his helm. Cade clears his throat, sharp and deliberate. "Excuse me. There's no smooching in front of me, okay?" Tessa sits up, rolling her eyes. "You're so square. Who even says 'smooching'?" Cade turns to Optimus, who gives a low r…