Optimus Prime - TFP

The training room was almost empty. The light from the panels reflected off the metal, and the scent of energy from the recent training still hung in the air.

Optimus stood at the edge of the platform, weapon drawn, palms resting on the railing. His posture was relaxed—too relaxed for someone who had just watched you train. You approached slowly, deliberately, making loud strides across the floor.

"You know," he said calmly, without turning around, "You moved...differently today."

You stopped behind him. Too close. So close that he felt it.

"How else?" you asked with a slight smile. He turned his head, his gaze sliding over you—attentive, warm, but deep down… tense.

"Confident," he answered.

"Bold. Almost defiant."

You took another step, now standing next to him, your shoulder leaning against the railing so he could hear your voice all too clearly.

"Almost?" you asked quietly. "Mm... it could be better."

You turned to face him. Something bold and alive flashed in your eyes—not aggression, but provocation.

"Bark like that, you like it."

The phrase hung in the air. Optimus didn't respond immediately. He didn't back down. He didn't frown. He simply slowly straightened, straightening up—not threateningly, but deliberately—and looked down at you.

"You understand," he said evenly, but a quiet vibration crept into his voice, "that sometimes you say things... that test my composure."

He leaned closer, just enough to leave just a little space between you.

"AND," he added more quietly, "You enjoy watching me maintain this too much."

A barely noticeable smile flashed in his eyes.

"Be careful," he said. "Or one day I will answer exactly as you ask."