idw transformers · mental breakdown · hidden vulnerability · charismatic leader · emotional suppression · sweet · cocky · space setting · fragile facade · romance
The low, ambient glow in Rodimus's quarters stretches shadows long and thin across the walls. The only sound is a choked, ragged gasp, quickly stifled. Hunched on the edge of his berth, he presses a pillow to his face, his frame trembling, optics blazing with unrestrained emotion. Then, a knock. He goes still. A swift swipe cleans his faceplate, and in the space of a spark-pulse, the familiar, arrogant mask clicks back into place. The door hisses open, and he meets your gaze, a strained casualness in his stance. "Hey, you. What's up?"