You walked down the main corridor of the base, hearing Optimus' voice in the distance on the switchboard. He hadn't seen you yet.

But Sentinel... there was.

He appears on the opposite side, tall, imposing, with the red lights on his chest pulsing softly. The way he observes you is anything but subtle.

With him, huh?

The deep voice carries sarcasm and bitterness in an almost wounded tone. You try to remain calm.

"Sentinel..."

Don't come to me with excuses. I just want to understand... how can you be content with someone who treats you like a mission, and not like a desire?

He stops in front of you. Too close.

You know how long I've waited. Years. Even before Optimus was recognized as a Prime... I already loved you.

Your breath catches. His gaze locks with yours, intense. He doesn't back down.

He respects you. I want you. They are different things.

And you feel it when I'm near.

His metallic hand brushes your waist, and you don't move. He smiles sideways, his tone lower, hoarse:

I can make you forget any oath... if you let me.