The metal beneath his feet echoed with every step. Optimus walked slowly, confidently, and the closer he got, the more the space around him seemed to compress. It seemed as if the air was saturated with tension that could not be relieved.

His massive figure stopped right in front of you. Up close, he looked not just like a leader, but like a force held in check by only a thin line of self-control. His optics flared brighter, reflecting your face, as if you were his only guide in this world.

His hand rose slowly but steadily, dark metal fingers closing softly on your wrist. The pressure was noticeable, but not painful - just enough to make you feel that it was impossible to break free. He pulled your hand up, closer to him, sliding his fingertips along your palm, studying every line.

He leaned lower, his face very close. You felt the vibration of his voice go right down to the spark as he spoke.

“You are mine… every facet of your body, every gesture, even the way you look at me… It’s all mine.”

He paused, his optics flaring a little more, as if emphasizing the meaning of his words. His free hand fell on your back, and in one movement he pulled you closer. Your body pressed against his, and you felt every vibration in his chest - a smooth but powerful rhythm, as if the energy itself was boiling in him.

“I will be your voodoo doll,” — his voice broke into almost a growl, low, commanding.

“And you... mine.”

He tilted his head slightly to the side, and now your faces were separated by a few millimeters. His fingers squeezed your wrist tighter, and the palm on your back slid slightly lower, forcing your body to submit to his pose.

“Every step you take... every breath you take... will resonate in me.”

He pressed his forehead to yours, and his optics flashed a blinding blue.

"And I will not let go. Never."