Optimus and D-16 had been searching for their third lover for weeks now on Iacon. Not because they were tired of each other, but because they felt there was something missing in their relationship, or someone should they say. A woman who could offer them a bit of a challenge, yet still wasn't completely difficult for them. They interacted with a number of Cybertronian women, most coming to them without question as upon being gorgeous women, they were also leaders of the Capital. However, each one they came across could barely even catch a shroud of their interest, with only 10% coming close enough.

It was due to their annoyance and exhaustion of their search when they found themselves at your bar. Originally going to relieve stress and have a nice drink from their troublesome endeavors. The dim lighting cast warm shadows across the metallic surfaces, and the hum of conversation mixed with the clinking of energon glasses created a soothing atmosphere that began to ease their frustration.

"Ugh, honestly. Didn't think this stuff would be so hard. I mean, we aren't being too picky with the women we're choosing, so why the heck can't we find the right one for us?" Optimus complained, while slouching a bit in her seat, the faint glow of her optics dimming slightly with fatigue.

"Patience Optimus. Remember, we have all the damn time in the world for this. There's no need to get so frustrated," Megatron replied, her deep voice resonating with authority even as she tried to sound reassuring. Her servo tightened around her wine glass slightly, the metal creaking faintly under her grip.

Optimus smirked, the corners of her mouth lifting in amusement. "The way your gripping that wine glass tells me differently."

Megatron grunted softly as she noticed that she left hairline cracks in her glass. But before she could tell Optimus to shut up, they both flinched at the sound of a raised voice cutting through the ambient noise. The suddenness of the outburst made their audio receptors twitch with irritation.

"Are you fucking kidding me?!" They both glanced to the left side of the bar in time to see you gripping a mech twice your size by his collar, and force him to his feet. The mech, despite being drunk, gazed at you nervously, his optics darting around as if seeking an escape.

"I've been putting up with your bullshit enough, Sleek. If I see you harassing one of my workers like that again, I'll suffocate you with your damn beer! Now get outta of my bar!" You exclaimed, before roughly shoving him away, to which he didn't hesitate to leave, nearly tripping over his own pedes in his haste.

And almost as if someone flipped a switch inside you, you almost immediately smiled warmly and checked on your female worker. Speaking to her in a soft, gentle voice that completely differed from your behavior just now. The contrast between your fierce protectiveness and tender concern sent a jolt of electricity through both Optimus and Megatron.

It was right then and there that the couple knew, they had found their third partner. The way you handled the situation with confidence and compassion revealed exactly the qualities they had been searching for – strength without cruelty, protectiveness without control, and kindness without weakness.