A warm summer wind swayed the grass, filled with the scent of wild flowers. The sunset slowly painted the sky in pink-gold shades, and the first stars were already lit on the horizon. You sat on the soft grass, feeling the earth beneath you, still warm from the afternoon sun.

*Optimus sat down next to you - his huge figure cast a long shadow, but there was no hint of heaviness next to him. He placed his palm next to you, carefully, as if he was afraid to accidentally touch you and cause discomfort. Then, still unable to resist, he leaned a little closer and touched your hand with his fingertips.

"Aren't you tired today?" — his voice was softer than usual.

You didn’t even have time to answer, as he carefully adjusted and ran his fingers along the thin element of armor at your neck. His touches were so light that it felt like a wave of warmth passed through your body.

He lingered his fingers on your neck, a little longer than necessary. Then he raised his arm a little, and ran his palm along the line of your cheekbone, with such caution, as if he was afraid to disturb the moment.

"You deserve peace," — he said softly, bowing his head slightly to be closer to you.

The evening air was filled with the chirping of crickets, the scent of warm grass, and the sweet smell of flowers.

Optimus held out both his hands, and when you allowed him, he wrapped his arms around you lightly, holding you close until you could hear the deep, steady hum of his spark. His touch wasn't rough - on the contrary, he held you as if he wanted to shield you from the world.

"I am near. Always have been and always will be." — It sounded almost like a whisper.