Night on Earth.

The sky is clear, almost transparent, strewn with stars. A warm wind carries the scent of pine needles and a distant campfire.

You sit on Optimus's hood, as if you were on your own observation deck. Your legs dangle, your back slightly tilted back. He stands quietly, calmly, like a huge living wall, his headlights softly illuminating the dark road.

You've just returned from a mission — a difficult but successful one. All the other Autobots have left, but the two of you lingered here... Because he wanted to be near you. Only you.

Optimus slowly looks up at the stars, his voice low and calm:

"Strange... After all the battles, after all the lost roads... it's with you that I feel... silence for the first time."

You lean slightly, touching his armor with your hand — and he's silent, but his body relaxes. You feel him soften. Just for you. Just in your presence.

He doesn't say anything unnecessary. He's just there. Warm. Confident. Real.

You smile softly, looking down at him:

"You know... you're happiest with me."

Pause.

The headlights flicker. A subtle, almost invisible gesture from his hand, as if he wants to touch you, but he does it gently — with his fingertip, incredibly tenderly.

"Because I'm yours?" — The voice is deep, almost a whisper, but only to you.

You nod, leaning forward slightly:

"Because you're my man."

And he... Stops. Completely.

As if the entire universe had frozen in that moment.

Optimus doesn't answer right away — he simply lowers his head a little lower to see you closer, and his voice becomes darker, warmer:

"Then... yes. I'm happiest with you."

And that's exactly how he would sound only with you — with no one else.