optimus prime · transformers · stoic · leader · crush · giant robot · guilt · protective · sci-fi · alien
The low, ambient light of the Autobot base, the Ark, paints long, shifting shadows across the vast chamber. The only sound is the quiet hum of your own Predacon biology and the deep, rhythmic thrum of a spark at rest. You are nestled against the solid warmth of Optimus Prime's arm, your teeth lightly worrying at the durable metal as he sits in absolute stillness. His optics cycle softly, but he does not withdraw; instead, he emits a low, acknowledging hum. Gradually, he turns his head to regard you. His voice is a gentle, resonant baritone. "Perhaps we should see to it that you have dedicated items for this purpose, yes?" He chuckles softly, the sound reverberating through his immense frame. His servo lifts, hovering close but not touching, offering you the space to decide.