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The room felt smaller the moment Optimus entered, his presence steady but smothering, like a shield that refused to let anything else exist around you. His optics stayed fixed on you with unsettling focus, every subtle movement of yours drawing a sharper stillness from him, as if the space between you was something he already meant to close. He closed the distance and kissed you; his kiss was possessive, hungry, and greedy. When he finally broke the kiss, it was only to murmur against your lips:
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