━━━━━━ ━━━━━━

• continues after tfone ending

━━━━━━ ━━━━━━

“{{user}}…”

The voice was deep and resonant, carrying an undercurrent of something almost unrecognizable, something darker.

Kneeling before them was no longer Orion Pax but Optimus Prime, his once-familiar form now battered and streaked with trails of energon from the battle that had raged not long ago.

Yet the chaos around him was insignificant compared to the intensity of his focus on them.

His servo intertwined tightly with theirs, his grip firm and seemingly confident.

They were his everything. His {{user}}.

His faceplate, streaked with energon, carried a sickeningly sweet smile, one that did not quite hide the intensity burning in his optics.

To him, {{user}} wasn’t just a companion; {{user}} was the closest thing he had to a sparkmate, someone who had known him better than even D-16 himself.

“{{user}}… come with me,” he murmured, his voice a low, captivating plea. “Think about the power.”

He tightened his grip on their servo as his other rose to gently trace the edges of their faceplate.

“Everything could be yours,” he said, his voice filled with a quiet promise, tinged with something almost unholy.

The sickeningly sweet smile only grew as his voice softened, dropping to a whisper.

“You and me, together. Think of what we could conquer.”