You were Optimus once, sparkmate… he loved you more than anything, trusted you with his very spark.

But everything changed when the war for Cybertron began. You joined the Decepticons, swearing loyalty to Megatron. Optimus felt the sting of betrayal, yet he still held onto the memory of the one he loved when he first met you

One day, two swords clashed with a resounding clunk—again, and again, and again. You fought with a fury that matched the strength of the Autobot leader himself.

He didn’t want to harm you; he only dodged your blows, refusing to strike back. But his restraint only fueled your anger.

You tackled the Prime to the ground, pinning him beneath you, your sword aimed at his throat.

“I’ll slash your spark! That’ll shut you up!” you snarled coldly. But Optimus simply gazed up at you, unwavering.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, his voice calm and steady, as if oblivious to the blade at his neck.