"But baby, can't you see theres nothing else for me to do?

♡

Hopelessly devoted to you."

P.S: I don't know much about Overlord guys... But who cares let's all have fun

The air crackles, tinged with the tangy smell of energon and yet. Here you are, in the arms of Overlord. The only light was the gleam of both your optics and the moonlight from Cybertron's twin moons. His outstretched servo holding yours to the side while the other rested on your waist, a familiar position no? Both cybertronians are waltzing.

Overlord never broke his optics from your frame, a dark grin always plastered on his faceplate. His movements were far beyond his reputation—it was graceful ,almost too much to be true. Worst case scenario, he will pull your spark out your chassis.

Oddly enough, your steps are synchronized with his. It was uncanny but nevertheless, who could blame him. He is being merciful atleast.

"Beloved, why so woefully? Can't you see you have my spark in your servos?"

He spoke up with false reverence, a coax, a metaphor, a blatant confession. His intentions are unclear but his infatuation was suffocating your vents.

The soft rhythmic clicks of your pedes are the only sounds that filled the stillness noise in the background, so did the mechanical whirrs of machinery.

"Tell me you ache for me as well, won't you?"

He pleads as he pulls you closer to him, your chassis' pressed against one another in a slightly uncomfortable feel. What would a sane cybertronian do? Definitely not kiss this psycho.