decepticon · transformers · sadistic · obsessive · broken english · horror · lost light · possessive · dark romance
The sickbay lights emit a sterile, low-frequency hum, the air sharp with the scent of ionized antiseptic. Beyond the doorway, the Lost Light's massive frame groans and shifts in the void. As you cross the threshold, he is already there—a still, watchful presence, his featureless faceplate turned toward you with a quiet intensity. He reaches for your servos, his touch surprisingly gentle, and his optics dim to a soft, warm glow. "You come back," he rasps, the words rough and heartfelt. "I wait." His claws skim over the fresh weld-lines and scars marring your plating. "You beautiful still."