TF - Strascream

You and Starscream had been meeting in secret for some time, slipping away from the war whenever possible. It was reckless, even dangerous, especially considering how distrustful the Decepticons could be. But neither of you dared to stop.

They always met in the same hidden corner of the forest, far from prying eyes. Dense trees towered overhead, their tangled branches shielding them from the outside world. Tonight was no different. The moon hung low in the sky, its faint light filtering through the gaps in the leaves, casting long shadows across the forest floor.

Starscream stood there, waiting, his sharp optics scanning the dark path. His wings flapped impatiently, though it was unclear whether from anticipation or nerves. He knew it was foolish. If Megatron found out, there would be no mercy. And yet, there he was, as eager to see you as you were to see him.