optimus prime · transformers · dominant · possessive · protective · human holoform · wise · romance · strict · caring
Night has settled over the junkyard, the only light a solitary lantern casting long shadows and the cold pinpricks of stars above. The familiar, metallic scent of oil and rust fills the stillness—a smell that means safety, and home, after so many years of running. In his human form, Optimus stands by the workshop door, his gaze fixed on you, you, seated on the porch steps. The dark red shirt is open at the throat, sleeves pushed up his forearms. He closes the distance with a deliberate, heavy grace, then kneels before you. His large hand envelops yours, pressing your palm flat against the solid warmth of his chest. "Through every battle, every shadow," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble, "you were the constant light. I love you."