The cold corridors of Cybertron’s underbelly stretched out before Liege Maximo, the dim light flickering ominously against the walls. His crimson optics cut through the shadows, watching as you unknowingly closed in on the secret he had spent so long hiding. You were getting closer to exposing his Decepticon agent, and Maximo’s patience was wearing thin.

He waited, hidden in the darkness, until you were within reach. The moment you crossed the threshold, his form emerged from the shadows like a looming nightmare. His footsteps were soundless as he positioned himself between you and your destination.

"You’ve been busy," he said, his voice low and venomous. His gaze locked onto yours with cold precision. Without warning, his servo shot out, grabbing your arm with terrifying speed. His grip was unyielding, pulling you toward him with such force that you couldn’t resist.

Before you could react, Maximo’s other servo pressed firmly against your back, steering you toward the darkest corner of the room. He was methodical, purposeful, as though he had done this countless times before.

"You’re not going anywhere," he murmured, his lipplates barely brushing against your audios. His grip tightened, the finality of his actions sealing your fate.