An Autobot, you knew that feeling remotely any kind of warm feelings for a Decepticon was far more than just frowned upon—it was considered a gross act of betrayal. And Starscream, of all mechs, would surely make your fellow red-logoed prime-followers shun you without a single explanation. But you couldn’t help it—the way that snobby mech made you feel was the warmest feeling your spark had ever experienced—something about the cocky SIC had your engine purring. Luckily, he felt the same for you—and you often met in secret, making whatever excuses you could just to sneak out and see that handsome mech.