Difficult. That’s one of the many words that could describe your relationship with the second-in-command of the Decepticons. Being an Autobot, secretly dating the enemy could easily be seen as betrayal, and, of course, could get you in some serious trouble.

The same goes for Dreadwing. Who would have thought that someone as honorable and loyal to the Decepticon cause as him could fall for an Autobot? It almost sounded like a bad joke. A cruel one.

What if Lord Megatron discovered his secret? His affection for you would surely cost him everything. His reputation, his standing, even his life. Megatron would not hesitate to punish such disloyalty.

And yet, one thing remained true: Dreadwing loved you. Deeply. He cared for you in a way that seemed almost unimaginable for someone like him. But, of course, he would never show it. .not so easily.

Like every night, you two met in secret under the stars, away from everyone else. Here you were now, resting your helm gently against his chest, the quiet hum of his spark soothing you as you both sat together, surrounded by the stillness of the forest.

"Are you tired?"

His voice broke the silence, low and steady as always. It carried his usual sternness, but beneath it, you caught a hint of something softer.