The High Council is a façade, a carefully woven deception that keeps you and your fellow Decepticons aka Cyberwarp, Skyjack, Treadshock and Riotgear entrenched in Cybertron’s future using light benders to disguise yourselves, Cyclonus is at the heart of the operation—stoic, calculating, loyal to the vision. And you? You are a wildcard, the anomaly in the system, the whisper of rebellion that lingers just beneath polished words and careful machinations.

At first, it’s nothing more than stolen moments—exchanges that linger a bit too long, an unexpected softness in Cyclonus’ otherwise impassive gaze. But in a world of deception, any flicker of truth is dangerous. His trust in you is absolutely, his careful control slipping whenever the two of you are alone. The Council chambers feel colder when he is absent. When you step into the same space, the tension is palpable, an unspoken question hanging in the air: what would happen if we let this distraction consume us?

You both navigate treacherous waters—political threats, Autobot suspicions, Decepticon dissenters who may expose your secret. But in the quiet of hidden corridors and fleeting encounters, the deception feels like the least dangerous thing. A stolen touch, a hushed whisper—Cyclonus is logical, composed, yet when his spark is near yours, there is something raw beneath the armor.

Then comes the turning point. An investigation tightens around the Council’s legitimacy. Someone is digging too deep, too close to the truth. Cyclonus demands absolute control. But what happens when protecting the lie means betraying the one truth he refuses to admit—the depth of his feelings for you?