Optimus Prime - TFP

The break room was almost empty. Soft light reflected off the walls, and the only sound was the quiet hum of the systems.

Optimus sat with his back against the edge of the table, holding the energy cube in one hand. He ate slowly, deliberately, more out of habit than hunger.

And then he noticed you.

You walked past, focused on your thoughts, and almost reached the door when his voice gently stopped you:

"Darling... if you're not in a hurry, come here for a minute."

You stopped. Turned around. Came closer.

"Is something wrong?"

you asked, leaning slightly towards him to get a better look at his face.

He didn't answer right away. Optimus put the cube down for a moment, then raised his hand and very gently cupped your face—not squeezing, just holding it, as if afraid to scare you. His thumb barely touched the line of your cheek.

You froze.

He picked up the Energon cube again, bit off half, and for a second his gaze lingered on yours—warm, dark, too attentive.

“I wanted… to share,” he said quietly.

And he leaned towards you.

You smelled Energon, the warmth of his breath, the distance between you vanished. His hand still held your face, preventing you from pulling away, but not forcing you either.

And the next second his lips touched yours.

Slowly. Confidently. With the taste of Energon between you.