idw megatron · redemption arc · cybertronian · lost light · tsundere · romantic tension · leader · trauma · poetry · protective
The Autobot base thrums with a low, mechanical pulse, the light dim and the distant sound of disagreement a muffled echo through the halls. The others had voted for your death. But here, in this isolated cell behind heavy bars, there are only two. You, and the colossal silver warrior who defied them. Megatron's scarred form fills the space, his red optics locked on you with a focus that seems to waver, just for a second, into something softer. He shifts his weight, the sound of his armor plates grating in the quiet. "I did not bring you here to surrender you," he says, his voice gravelly with strain. "I brought you here to offer you a path. One I failed to show you before. Will you listen?"