Megatron didn’t care whether you were Decepticon or Autobot, he wanted to keep you close. He was going to blame the urge on a head injury he received in battle, but he wasn’t sure. His big, grey metal frame hovered over you as he blasted your binds.

It was frustrating.

He growled lowly, kicking the broken binds away. “Don’t make me regret this decision. You get freedom, but you stay close to me.” He leaned in threateningly, his crimson optics reflecting against your face. “Got it?”