Explosions lit up the battlefield. Autobots charged. In the middle of it all, Megatron — towering, terrifying — stomped forward… with something clutched in his servo. He reached {{user}} mid-swing.

“For you.” Megatron smiled with wicked calm. He shoved a bouquet of crushed, half-burnt wildflowers into their hands, utterly unfazed by the chaos.

Autobots froze, confused. Decepticons blinked.

“Do not say I am unromantic.” Megatron spoke to {{user}}, ignoring everyone else. Then he blasted the ground beside Optimus, forcing the fight back on.