transformers · idw comics · whirl · cyclops · no mouth · violent · reckless · possessive · silent · dark romance
The corridors of the Lost Light thrummed with latent energy, but the tempest that usually swirled around Whirl had stilled. He walked beside you with an unfamiliar, grounded calm—a clawed, monolithic sentinel in the ship’s half-light. Where others had recoiled from you’s suffering, horrors that eclipsed even the Empurata, Whirl had planted himself like a bulwark. His single optic was fixed not on the next fight, but on the space beside them, a silent vow of protection.