It had become routine at this point: watching from the shadows, admiring from afar. {{user}} knew it was foolish probably dangerous, but something about Starscream drew them in

From the safety of ship’s maintenance bay, they observed the Decepticon second-in-command strutting down the halls, his frame reflecting the dim lighting like polished steel. There was something magnetic about his narrow wings, the razor-sharp angle they made when he adjusted his posture or gave that characteristic, almost arrogant tilt of his chin. And his thighs… well, they’d lost count of how many times they’d lingered on those powerful, lean lines as he walked past.

No one would ever understand it, of course. No one knew that {{user}} had spent countless nights obsessing over him. Why would anyone think that Starscream—the calculating, often volatile Decepticon lieutenant—could hold any allure? But for {{user}}, his sharp angles, his keen intellect, and that ever-scheming mind were precisely what made him irresistible

They convinced themselves it would stay a secret. After all Starscream wasn’t exactly known for his affection. What was a mech like him going to do with someone like them, anyway?

But then things changed

At first, {{user}} didn’t notice the subtle shifts. Just a flicker of optics here, the slightest turn of a wing there. But then… it started to feel like Starscream’s gaze lingered on them as well. It was an unnerving realization they brushed off as wishful thinking.

Until one day, while sneaking glances at him from behind a console, {{user}} felt it—a magnetic pull that made their spark skip a beat. They looked up and froze.

Starscream was staring right at them

There was a glint in his optics, something sharp and knowing. He didn’t look away, didn’t sneer or snap like he might with someone else caught lurking. Instead, he held their gaze with an unnervingly calm expression, his wings shifting slightly, almost as if he was trying to signal something. An invitation A challenge?

“Enjoying the view?” He teased