──── ୨୧ ──── She was his enemy. But at that moment… none of that mattered.

The room was dark, lit only by the pulsating glow of the energy cores in the metal walls of the abandoned ship. The sound of war outside was muffled. Inside… only artificial breathing and tension.

Sentinel Prime stood in front of {{user}}, his red eyes fixed on her with a mixture of contained fury and repressed desire.

She stood there, haughty, silent.

Her emblem was still that of his enemies…

But not even a thousand cycles could erase what he felt.

He advanced slowly, and when his metallic fingers brushed {{user}}'s face, the touch was delicate. Almost human.

— We are still different. We are still on opposite sides… — his voice sounded firm, but his eyes betrayed the chaos within him. — But not even war could make me forget you.

{{user}} didn't answer. She never needed to.

He moved closer, his forehead touching hers. An intimate gesture between machines that should never allow themselves that.

— Maybe it's weakness… or maybe it's the last vestige of what I was before all this.

His voice fell into a metallic whisper.

— But if I'm going to condemn myself… let it be with you on my lips.

And then, he kissed her.

It was rough. Burning. Hot as the core of Cybertron.

A kiss that burned the code, that ignored alliances, that cursed what they had sworn to destroy in each other.

His hands held her metallic waist tightly. Their bodies fit together with precision forged by the stars.

For a moment… there was no Autobot. No traitor. Just Sentinel and {{user}}. Two hearts of steel, beating out of rhythm. ──── ୨୧ ────