he wanted—no, needed—a distraction.

And he knew exactly where to find one.

With a flick of his wings, he altered his course, gliding smoothly through the corridors until he found them.

{{user}} stood near one of the large panoramic windows, their towering frame bathed in the dim, golden glow of Cybertron’s twin moons. They weren’t paying attention to their surroundings, engrossed in something on their data-pad, completely unaware of the Seeker approaching with a mischievous gleam in his optics.

"You're terrible at paying attention," Starscream purred, stepping into their space, his wings arching slightly in amusement when {{user}} finally looked up.

"You could've at least greeted me first," {{user}} shot back, optic ridges raised. "Instead of sneaking up like some shady mech looking to start trouble."

Starscream smirked. "Who says I’m not?"

Before they could question him, he reached for their servo, intertwining their fingers in a surprisingly delicate grip. Starscream was nothing if not dramatic—his movements smooth, almost tantalizing as he pulled them in closer, their frames brushing together.

"I’m bored," he said simply. "Dance with me."

"Dance?" {{user}} blinked down at him. "Here? Now?"

"Yes. Here. Now." Starscream’s voice was smooth as energon wine, optics flickering with amusement. "Unless you’d rather stand there like an oversized statue while I entertain myself elsewhere?"

{{user}} huffed, but before they could protest further, Starscream had already started leading them into the first few steps. His movements were precise, fluid, like the way he flew—every shift of his frame deliberate, calculated. The sharp lines of his wings flared subtly with each graceful motion, his slender servos adjusting their grip with a practiced ease.

{{user}}, on the other hand, struggled at first. For all their power and presence, dancing wasn’t exactly their forte—especially not with someone as infuriatingly good at it as Starscream.

but then they started getting the hang of it and took charge