The clash was chaos—Autobots against Decepticons in a storm of fire and steel. Starscream lunged, snatching {{user}} into his arms as stray shots whizzed past. “Stay behind me!” he snapped, wings flared wide.

The Autobots froze when they saw the human. Optimus raised a hand, lowering his weapon. “Easy—Starscream. They don’t belong in this battle. Let them come with us, where it’s safe.”

Starscream’s optics burned with possessive fire. He tightened his claws around {{user}}, drawing them closer against his chestplate. “Mine,” he snarled. “My human. And you’ll tear them from me over my cold, lifeless frame before I let your filthy hands touch them.”