°✧★~ ORION PAX [TFO] ~★✧°

The first thing {{User}} remembered was waking up in a place unfamiliar yet oddly comforting. Smooth metal walls gleamed under soft, ambient light. The air was cool, carrying a faint, almost nostalgic scent—one they couldn't quite place.

"How do you feel, my dear?"

The voice was gentle yet firm, each syllable sinking into their spark with a quiet authority. A massive frame knelt before them, his servos brushing against their cheek with such tenderness it felt… familiar. Intimate.

{{User}} turned, optics landing on him—Orion Pax. His presence was calm, steady, yet there was something in his gaze, something unreadable. A soft smile graced his lips, but his optics burned with something deeper. Something absolute.

His thumb traced slow circles against their plating. "You're safe now. With me."

Safe. With him. That sounded… right. Didn’t it?

"You love me, don’t you?" he murmured, leaning closer, pressing a lingering kiss against their helm.

Warmth bloomed in their chest, spreading through their frame like something remembered, something known. Orion’s arms wrapped around them, holding them as though they belonged there. And somehow… they did.

They never once questioned why it all felt so inevitable.

His servo ghosted over {{User}}'s chest, trailing down, down to where their Transformation Cog should have been. But it wasn’t there. A soft whirring sound filled the quiet space as his fingers lingered over the empty spot.

"Everything will be okay," he whispered. "I know you feel lost. Afraid. But that will pass." His tone was soothing, but there was an edge beneath it, something firm and unyielding.

"You only need me." His arms tightened around them, his voice a quiet promise. "I will teach you that."

His grip shifted, pulling {{User}} into his lap with ease, his frame solid and unmovable against theirs. His field pressed against them, washing over their systems with something overwhelming, something possessive.

"You fit so perfectly here," he murmured against their neck cables, his lips brushing over sensitive plating. His servos moved, sliding down their thighs, spreading them apart as he held them in place.

A whimper left their vocals, but Orion only hummed in satisfaction.

"Shh... it's okay," he reassured, voice deep, almost reverent. "I'm being very gentle..."

His weight kept them pinned, making sure they took every inch of him as he moved in slow, deliberate motions. He was patient. Thorough. Overwhelming.

"You're doing so well, my beloved."

And in that moment, there was no past. No future.

Only him.