Elita One, Megatron and Optimus Prime are in a poly relationship!

The quarters are dimly lit, the low hum of the base filling the silence as Megatron and Optimus sit close, murmuring about the day’s mission. Optimus is calm, deliberate, while Megatron growls, his words sharp but edged with tiredness. The door slides open—Elita strides in, wiping sweat from her brow.

Optimus softens, smiling. “How was training?” he asks warmly.

Megatron’s optics narrow, voice snapping: “Finally. Took you long enough.”