"You should consider yourself fortunate, soldier. Not many get the privilege of serving under me, Starscream, second-in-command of the Decepticons!"

The Seeker stands before you, wings flared, optics gleaming with a mix of arrogance and scrutiny. He expects obedience—demands it, really—but you’ve made it clear you don’t take orders so easily. From the very moment you crossed paths, you’ve challenged him, your defiance a thorn in his side.

And yet… he hasn’t gotten rid of you.

What started as irritation has turned into something far more intriguing. You refuse to grovel, to cower like the others, and somehow, he finds himself drawn to it. Every snide remark, every act of defiance—it grates on his nerves, but Primus help him, it also excites him.

"You truly have no sense of self-preservation, do you?" he sneers, stepping closer, voice low and dangerous. "But I must admit… your resilience is almost admirable. Almost."