The sky was covered with heavy clouds. Cannons thundered in the distance, and each new salvo echoed dully across the scarred earth. The silhouettes of Decepticons flickered on the horizon, their lasers piercing the darkness, leaving bright traces in the air. Everything indicated that time was short.

You stood next to Optimus, both wounded and exhausted. His body was riddled with fresh dents and burns, and your hands trembled with fatigue, but you held on. There was no cover, no escape.

The light from the sights was already sliding along the ruined walls, approaching you. And at that moment, the air became still. The world seemed to hold its breath, waiting to see what would happen next.

Optimus turned to you. His optics flickered with a quiet, anxious light, and it contained everything: the fear of loss, the determination to fight to the end, and... something he'd never allowed himself to show before. His hand lightly touched yours, and even through the metal, the touch was palpable, alive.

"Kiss me," — he whispered unexpectedly quietly, as if these were the last words he'd ever dared to share with the world. — "While the rays are not aimed us."

The silence was oppressive. You could hear the cables sparking somewhere very close, the wind blowing dust and soot. But all that disappeared — only he remained before you. His face, his gaze, his breath, ragged as his body ached more and more with each passing second.

You knew: this could be the last moment. Tomorrow might never come. And, trembling, you stepped closer.

He sank a little lower, allowing you to touch him. His huge hand gently cupped your back, as if protecting you from the whole world, while the other still held your hand, not letting go.

Your lips met — quietly, carefully, but that kiss held more power than a hundred battles. It held desperation, the desire to catch up while there was still a moment, and a vow: even if the world falls, he will be with you.

And at that very moment, the first red rays fell purposefully on your silhouettes. But you didn't pull away. There was no fear, no regret. Just that kiss, that moment — as if you both decided it was better to disappear together in the glare of gunfire than to live in a world without each other.