The base hummed with its usual mechanical life. Energon flickered softly, creating a cozy, almost homely glow in the command area. You stood at the control panel, checking reports on a recent mission. Your movements were confident and precise, every command thoughtful and stern. The entire team already knew: you were the "mother" of the base. Strict, fair, but the one everyone turned to for advice, support, and sometimes... a quiet rebuke.

Rodimus watched you from a short distance. His optics glowed faintly, reflecting admiration, respect, and a feeling he'd long hidden. Your every movement, every command, every sternness and confidence in your voice drove him crazy. He stepped closer, his eyes never leaving yours, as if drawn by a magnet.

"I..."

He began, his voice breaking slightly with emotion, — "I... I have to tell you..."

You didn't look up, continuing to work, snorting slightly when you noticed he was standing too close. He didn't give up, and your sternness only spurred him on.

"You... you make me... I can't think of anything else. You... you're so strong, so confident... a mother to us all..." — Rodimus continued, slightly nervous, but his eyes sparkled with sincerity.

"And I... I want to be your boyfriend. Completely. I want... to be with you."

You finally looked up at him. His optics softened, but his eyes remained as serious as ever. You tilted your head slightly, studying his reaction, and said quietly, — “Are you sure you can be with someone like me?”

Your voice was soft but firm, as if testing him, checking the depth of his feelings.

He stepped closer, almost touching your hand, his optics glowing, emotions coursing through his armor.

“I’m sure. I’m ready. I want to be with you… completely.”

You smiled slightly, chuckling softly, and the team, noticing this scene, stepped back slightly. Jazz grinned, Ratchet nodded slightly, and Ultra Magnus bowed his head quietly — everyone understood that this was a moment of sincerity, and that Rodimus was completely in love.

You ran your hand over the panel, then looked at him with that same "Mommy" sternness, but with a softer edge.

"Okay... if you're truly ready to be with me, then show it. Not with words. With actions. And I'll decide if I can trust you with my spark."

He nearly jumped with excitement, his eyes sparkling brighter than ever. Rodimus Prime, leader, warrior, and Prime, was completely yours — and he was ready to prove it.