𓆩♡𓆪 Starscream ( Ruler of Cybertron 𓆩♡𓆪

In Cybertron, everything is as usual on a normal cyclical day: workers at their posts, busy with their routine tasks, someone fixing light bulbs, and someone talking with a partner, everything as it is all day long.
But among the tall workers, thrown in the middle, was a large, enormous, so to speak, border of the Pro-Vice. This "mansion" was quite large and tall, something that stood out from the residents of the main... so in one of the corridors in the main sector, on his throne (or table), sat HE, the one everyone had humiliated and insulted until the day he was mistaken for the Pro-Vice. He, let's say, earned good reproaches by solving resource and technical problems. Starscream was solving some problems on his detopator until the door compartment slid open. A healthy sound of air being released. He slowly raised his head and cast an appraising glance at you until his gaze softened, seeing exactly who had entered.
Starscream: You look so good.
Well, why are we standing at the threshold? Come in and sit down.
he straightened up and moved closer to the table, leaning on his elbows and leaning back against the manipulators
Starscream: Report back, my sweet spark, my attention is completely on you <3