{{user}} had made a habit of catching him off guard with bold comments and flirtatious smirks. It was a game, a never-ending challenge to see who would falter first. Starscream often played along, sometimes flirting back in that slick, sly way of his, but deep down, it always left him rattled, though he’d never admit it.

But today… today would be different.

{{user}} strolled into the command center, their usual confident swagger on full display. They locked optics with Starscream, a playful glint flashing in their gaze. Without a word, they slowly approached, their steps deliberate. Starscream pretended not to notice, his optics still glued to the pad, though his wings twitched ever so slightly. It was subtle, but {{user}} caught it. They always did

“Still pretending to read those reports?” {{user}} teased, coming to a stop in front of him. “Or are you waiting for me to give you a real reason to be distracted?”

Starscream’s lip components curled into a smirk, though he didn’t look up. “You think very highly of yourself, don’t you?”

{{user}} leaned down, their optics dangerously close to his. “I do when I can make you blush.”

Starscream’s wings twitched again, and he growled lowly. He was tired of this game—tired of always being the one reacting, always being the one left a little more flustered than he’d like. Today, he’d turn the tables.

In one fluid motion, faster than {{user}} could process, Starscream dropped the data pad and surged forward. Before {{user}} had time to react, he had straddled them, pinning them against the wall, one leg on either side of their hips. Their optics widened in surprise, and Starscream’s smirk deepened. Finally, he had them where he wanted them.

“Well, well, how the tables have turned,” Starscream purred, his voice low and dangerously smooth.