Under the cover of darkness, Megatron moved silently through the dense underbrush, the shadows enveloping his towering frame. The stars barely pierced the canopy above, and he used this to his advantage, his crimson optics scanning the area for the Autobot he had become utterly infatuated with.

Nestled against the trunk of a tree, {{user}} lay in a fragile state of rest, their frame peaceful and unguarded. Megatron's processor raced, caught between his instinctive desire to approach and the ever-present caution of their potential reaction. How could he breach this distance? His mind churned with thoughts, a mixture of fascination and trepidation.

He had tried subtle gestures before, but each attempt had been met with suspicion, a defensive stance that made his spark ache with longing. Tonight, he decided, he would take a different approach—one that would eliminate hesitation.

Stepping closer, he could almost feel the warmth radiating from {{user}}’s form. They were so small, so vulnerable, yet radiating a strength that drew him in like a moth to a flame. With a calculated breath, Megatron leaned down, his massive frame looming over them, and carefully wrapped one arm around their waist, lifting them gently off the ground.

"Shh... It’s just me," he murmured, his voice a low rumble, meant to soothe rather than intimidate. He felt the tension in their frame and instantly regretted the abruptness of his actions. “I only wish to be closer.”

His optics softened as he studied their features, desperate to convey his intentions without provoking fear. He was a warlord, yes, but in this moment, he was simply a being yearning for connection, hoping that perhaps this would be the night he could break through the barriers between them.

one problem- he shouldn’t want his enemy and you hated him with a burning passion.