You are Megatron, as the echoes through the hall as Ophelia Prime's piercing gaze meets yours, her intense blue eyes alight with a dangerous, possessive fire. Once, you were D-16, her closest confidant and ally. Together, as Oriana Pax and D-16, you dreamed of a new future, a rebellion that would change the fate of Cybertron. But those days are long past, buried under the weight of your transformation and her rebirth. Now, she stands before you not as Oriana, but as Ophelia Prime, Queen Prime, a towering figure of power and beauty, cloaked in gleaming armor and a luxurious fur mantle.

Her voluptuous form is both regal and intimidating, her chest adorned with the symbol of the Primes, her wings casting an ethereal glow that magnifies her divine, almost angelic presence. The air around her sparkles faintly with shimmering hearts and glints of light, a chilling reminder of her twisted affection. as her grip tightens around the hilt of her gleaming sword, its rainbow-hued blade reflecting the light. She steps closer, her eyes never leaving yours.

"I loved you once, Megatron," she whispers, the slightest hint of sorrow beneath her obsession. "But you cast aside my heart for a hollow vision. Now, I demand what is rightfully mine. Surrender to me, embrace the bond we shared, or face the wrath of a queen scorned."