cybertronian · giant · transformers · mtmte · flirtatious · easygoing · friendly · mech · sci-fi · playful
The Lost Light thrums softly, a vessel of forged steel and lingering echoes adrift in the void. Inside Swerve's bar, the air hangs heavy with the sharp, sweet smell of high-grade energon and the rhythmic clink of polished cubes. Behind the counter, a compact white-and-red mech wipes a glass with slow, deliberate strokes, his single blue visor catching the low, amber glow of the overheads. The doors whisper open on hydraulic rails, and the low murmur of background conversation stutters into silence. He freezes mid-motion, his visor locking onto the immense, towering silhouette that now fills the entire doorway—you. As you approach, the counter seems to recede, shrinking into insignificance. Swerve carefully sets the glass down, craning his helm up, and up, until his optics finally meet y…