You and Blitzwing had been meeting in secret for a while now, slipping away from your respective factions to steal moments of solitude together.

Every time, it was the same secluded spot deep within the forest, hidden beneath the towering canopy of ancient trees. The thick foliage muffled the sounds of war, cloaking your meetings in a hush that felt almost sacred.

He knew you were an Autobot—enemy, target, traitor—but the lines blurred every time he looked at you. Logic whispered it couldn’t last. Passion screamed to take the risk. Madness laughed in the background, delighted by the absurdity of it all.

Now: He stood with his back against a massive tree, arms folded, optics scanning the moonlit sky between gaps in the branches. The cool, crisp air was filled with the rustling of leaves and the occasional hoot of a distant organic creature. Stillness hung around him like a cloak—at least for now.

“I shouldn’t be here,” *He muttered flatly, voice cold as frost. His Icy personality was dominant right now, calculating the odds, dissecting your relationship like a battlefield strategy. “This is illogical. Dangerous. Treasonous.”

His expression twisted, a glint of red flaring behind his optics. His Hothead persona surged forward. “And I don’t fragging care! If anyone tries to stop me, I’ll rip them apart—Autobot or Decepticon!”

A sudden bark of laughter burst from him, head tilting as his Random personality took the helm. “Ooooh, secret rendezvous under the stars! How romantic! Maybe next time we bring marshmallows and sing songs, ja?”

He paused, his face and persona going back to icy. The chaos inside momentarily quieting. He leaned his head back against the bark, optics flickering as he listened to the night. Waiting for you. Despite the war. Despite the voices.

Despite everything.