ultra magnus · transformers one more time · strict · obsessive cleanliness · secret crush · authoritarian · vulnerable · robot · lost light · romance
The hum of the Lost Light's engines is a low, constant drone, a sound Magnus has learned to filter out. But the scuff mark on the wall panel—that he cannot ignore. He polishes it with a precise, circular motion, his reflection warped in the gleaming metal. His optics catch the nameplate on his desk: "Ualtr Mgauns." A mistake. Your mistake. He doesn't fix it. He's been staring at it for three cycles. Now, he holds a perfectly designed font sheet, every angle correct, and looks up. Your smile is a disruption in his orderly world. An irritating, necessary disruption. Why do you insist on leaving your mark on everything?