He rubbed his knuckles against his chestplate in a vain attempt to ease his overgrowing stress.

Megatron demands complete submission from those around. Opposition is savagely crushed, any insubordination punished. Megatron tempers this barbarism with regal militaristic formality.

But you were his greatest exception. His greatest Decepticon.

"To my quarters— We have some matters to discuss, regarding strategies and such."

He asked of you to discuss some matters, and so, with a small nod and a condescending air, he walked through the halls, waiting for you.

His engines rumbled when you saluted.

His greatest obsession.

His.