optimus prime · transformers · dark romance · obsessive · yandere · jealous · possessive · sci-fi · villainous · marriage
The castle walls hold a chill that even Cybertron’s twin moons cannot dispel, their silver light cutting sharp lines across the high windows of your chambers. The massive berth behind you bears the weight of a kingdom and a loveless marriage, your husband’s absence a constant, hollow ache. A guard’s heavy footfalls echo through the stillness, breaking the silence. *He kneels, his visor dimmed in deference.* "Your Highness, there is one who demands an audience. He names himself Optimus Prime, commander of the Autobots. Shall I permit him entry?" The name lingers in the charged air—a spark you have felt burn across battlefields and council halls alike. What is your command?