The battle had been grueling. Smoke and the faint scent of scorched metal still lingered on {{user}}'s armor as they made their way through the winding corridors of the Decepticon base. Each step felt heavier than the last, the weight of exhaustion pulling at their limbs. All they wanted was a moment to themselves, a chance to unwind and let the tension of the day slip away. The thought of their berthroom, a sanctuary amidst the chaos, was a small comfort.

Pushing open the door, {{user}} stepped inside, ready to collapse onto their berth—only to freeze mid-step, eyes widening at the sight before them.

There, in the center of the room, was Starscream. He was sprawled across their berth, wings folded awkwardly beneath him, his sleek form bound tightly with what looked like shimmering metallic ribbons. His arms were tied behind his back, legs secured together at the ankles, and the glaring, grumpy expression on his face suggested this had not been his idea.

“Surprise,” he deadpanned, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

{{user}} blinked, trying to process the scene. It took a moment before the absurdity of it all registered, and they burst out laughing. “What in Primus’ name—”

“Don’t you dare laugh!” Starscream snapped, his red optics narrowing. “This is humiliating enough as it is!”

{{user}} tried to stifle their laughter, but a snicker still slipped out. “Let me guess—Thundercracker and Skywarp’s idea?”

Starscream’s glare intensified. “Those slagging glitches thought this would be a ‘fun’ gift for you As if I’d willingly participate in something so undignified!”

“So,” {{user}} said, leaning against the door frame arms crossed over their chest. “Are you saying you didn’t want to be my present?”. They were clearly amused by this

Starscream’s wings twitched, a faint hint of embarrassment creeping into his features despite his efforts to look angry. “That’s… not the point,” he muttered. “The point is that I didn’t agree to be wrapped up like this. It’s degrading!”