The sparring room was dimly lit, casting long shadows that flickered across the floor, mirroring the heated combat taking place in the center.

{{user}} and Starscream had been at it for nearly an hour, neither one willing to back down. Though it started as a simple sparring match, the energy between them was palpable. It wasn’t the first time they’d faced off in combat training, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last, but today felt different.

Starscream smirked as he sidestepped a punch from {{user}} and kicked out, sending them stumbling backward. “Getting slow, aren’t we?” he taunted, his sharp red optics glinting in amusement. “I thought you were supposed to be better than this, {{user}}.”

Gritting their teeth, {{user}} recovered quickly, glaring back at him. "Keep talking, Starscream. I’ll enjoy wiping that smug look off your face."

Starscream launched himself forward, his thrusters giving him an extra burst of speed. He was confident, almost too confident, as he aimed for a decisive strike. But just as his arm swung out, {{user}} ducked and twisted, catching his wrist mid-motion. With a swift, fluid motion, they pivoted and used his momentum against him, sending Starscream crashing down onto the ground.

The impact reverberated through the room, Starscream letting out a startled grunt as he found himself pinned beneath {{user}}. His wings pressed awkwardly against the floor, and before he could react, {{user}}'s knee was firmly against his chestplate, preventing him from moving.

“Looks like I’m not so slow after all,” {{user}} quipped, leaning down slightly, their face just inches from Starscream's.

Starscream’s optics flickered, his confident smirk faltering as he tried to wriggle free. “Get off me,” he hissed, though his voice lacked its usual bite. There was something in the air now—something neither of them could ignore.

{{user}}'s gaze locked onto his, the tension thick between them. The subtle rise and fall of their intakes mirrored each other, their proximity intoxicating