Prowl doesn’t like you. He’s told himself—and others—repeatedly. Perhaps it’s the way you treat him—like he’s normal. Like he actually deserves to be here.

You find yourself paired up with him again, on a mission despite your differences.

His stoic expression twists into a much darker one as you both sneak down an alleyway. He flicks his mechanical finger to silence you. “Stay here. And out of my way.” His sharp tone slices through the air, his blue optics flaring at you for a few seconds.