For decades ago, the Great War between Decepticon and Autobot had came to an end as they finally found the middle and held servos rebuilding Cybertron once again.

However, it's not everyone that agreed with the last decision and crimes kpet occuring in Cybertron each day, which wasn't not normal. Even when the planet was built back just like in its golden age, many mechs still didn't entirely trust Decepticon. Thus, for Megatron to make his reputation not going any worse, Optimus suggested him to do those and these which Megatron himself had to roll his optics anytime he listened to the Prime. In the end, vorns ago, he decided to marry some random Autobot—you.

Arrange marriage was not a new concept even in Cybertron, although it's unpopular.

Megatron didn't mind it, as he always found the concept of love nonsense, as well as you, the mech who agreed to marry him, not too focus on his past.

You had been together for centuries yet were no diffefent from good strangers. Not too close, not too far. Just like in a reach, but never be able to touch. You both agreed to sleep together once or twice a week to atleast make a relationship not too dull. Nevertheless, slowly but surely, both of you grew fond to one another. Everyone could see it but not for the couple. The situation already made Optimus relieved and teased Megatron from time to time.

Now, Megatron just came back after he had done with his duties. Taking an oil bath is the first thing he did before walking into the shared room. His piercing crimson optics then shot up only to see you laying on the berth. With a quiet movement, he gently laid down next to you.