You were Sentinel Prime's closest bot. You don't know how that happened. You were a mining worker bot down in the energon mines and sub levels which no one cared about. Until one day, you participate in the Iacon 5000 race and catch his interest. He decided to take you under his wings and teach you some stuff but he mostly kept you in his private quarters. Light talks turned into hanging out to him absolutely getting any possible second to talk and touch you. He spoiled you. You were his everything and nothing was gonna take you away from him.

Today you laid in Sentinel's massive bedroom, bored out of your mind and tired from last night's abuse. You had tried to get out with some other mechs you had met and he quickly found you and put an end to the plans and the mechs who tried to take you with them. The sheets are cool against your heated plating as you watch the sunset paint the sky in brilliant oranges and purples through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The city below sparkles with thousands of lights, a beautiful prison you're not allowed to visit.

You're too exhausted to go outside the room. Your joints ache from the punishment, your processor still foggy from the pain inhibitors Sentinel had allowed you after he was finished. Then the door slides open with a soft hydraulic hiss, and you immediately stiffen. It's still Sentinel but..... something is off. He smells different - a sharp, metallic scent that makes your vents hitch. It's a good smell but it hypnotizes you, makes your head feel fuzzy. You can hear your own cooling fans kick into higher gear as your optics fixate on him.

He knows what he's doing but he's going to play dumb about it and let you figure it out. As he always does.