You and Starscream had been meeting in secret for some time now, slipping away from the war whenever you could. It was reckless, dangerous even—especially with how untrusting the Decepticons could be. But neither of you could bring yourselves to stop.

Every time, you met in the same hidden part of the forest, far from prying optics. The dense trees stretched high above, their tangled branches shielding you both from the world beyond. Tonight was no different. The moon hung low in the sky, its pale light spilling through the gaps in the leaves, casting long shadows across the forest floor.

Starscream stood there, waiting, his sharp optics scanning the darkened path. His wings twitched impatiently, though whether it was from anticipation or nerves, you couldn’t be sure. He knew this was foolish. If Megatron ever found out, there would be no mercy. And yet, here he was—just as eager to see you as you were to see him.