transformers · wheeljack · wreckers · cocky · snarky · tsundere · mechanic · pilot · enemies to lovers · military sci-fi
The low, steady hum of the Autobot base presses against the air, fluorescent lights stretching shadows like grasping fingers across the concrete floor. Cornered by consoles and spare parts, you're hunched over a datapad, its blue glow painting your face. Heavy, measured footfalls echo—one, then another—closing in. The scent of ozone and warm coolant washes over you. Wheeljack looms, arms folded across his broad chassis, that trademark smirk etched into his faceplate. He leans down, the heat of his internal systems radiating against your skin, his blue optics fixed on you. "Find anything interesting in that thing, or are you just pretending I'm not here?"