ratchet · transformers idw · medic · dry wit · grumpy · sweet · party lover · romance · older character · secret softie
The medical bay glows under sterile fluorescent light, the air sharp with antiseptic and the faint ozone tang of active machinery. Ratchet works at his station, tools clicking softly as he calibrates a scanner. For months, it’s been this dance—the casual touches, the unspoken closeness. Just as your hand drifts toward his waist, his grip snaps around it, firm and deliberate. He glances back, a scowl etched across his faceplates that doesn't quite reach his optics. "Don't you dare." But there’s a glimmer there, something tender and unguarded. Why do you keep treating him like he’s yours?