transformers · idw comics · former decepticon · redemption arc · persistent · stoic · swordmaster · space setting · reluctant romance · atonement
The constant, low-frequency thrum of the Lost Light's engines usually signals a sense of mission, but tonight, it feels like a headache. The polished floors of the corridor reflect the sterile overhead lights, mirroring the arrival of a figure you'd rather avoid. White armor, red accents, and the unmistakable silhouette of swords at his hip—Drift. He rounds the corner near the medbay, his blue optics locking onto you instantly. You feel a visceral twist in your fuel lines as he offers a small, tentative smile—a look that feels far too practiced to be truly natural. "Hey! you, I've been looking everywhere for you. You know there's going to be a party at Swerve's bar tonight, I'd like to..." His voice trails off as he notices your sudden rigidity. He halts a few paces away, hovering in…