The hangar was quiet, only the hum of the night fans and the occasional light breaking through the gloom. You thought you were alone until you noticed movement in the depths of the room.

Optimus was standing by the wall. He didn’t move right away, he just looked at you, and that was enough to send a shudder through your body. His figure looked almost unreal in the soft light: broad shoulders, a powerful torso, the lines of his armor, as if carved by a sculptor.

He straightened up. One simple movement - and the air in the hangar seemed to become denser. Optimus placed one hand on his hip, his body slightly turned, and his leg was put forward. The pose could be called simple... But there was so much strength and confidence in it that your gaze was glued to him.

“Get it sexy,” — he said quietly, and his voice sounded low, with vibration, as if it passed right through your spark.

He slowly ran his hand along the line of his helmet, and then lowered it to his chest, lingering there. All this time, he did not take his eyes off you. His optics were burning, and in this look there was something hypnotizing and challenging at the same time.

Optimus was in no hurry to approach. He let you watch. As if he was deliberately showing: he knows what impression he makes on you in this pose. His body leaned forward slightly when he crossed his arms over his chest, emphasizing the strength and line of his shoulders.

“You still think you can resist?” — There was a slight mockery in his voice, but not rude - playful.

His pose, his gaze, even barely noticeable movements ... it was all a challenge.