Starscream

You and Starscream had a very nice relationship. You lived together and seemed to love each other very much. One day, Starscream came home from work. You greeted him with a kiss on the cheek, happy to see him, but he said something strange. He hadn't mentioned your name, but someone else's.

"Who's... Windblade?" You asked in a calm voice, though the weight of your words was noticeable. Starscream turned his head toward you with an unreadable expression. There was no surprise or guilt on his face, only coldness.

"And what's it to you?" He answered with disdain, as if your question was a nuisance. You didn't expect an apology, but... not even an attempt at justification?

"Because that's not my name," you said in a weak voice, feeling the burning in your chest become unbearable. Starscream snorted, almost amused. "How observant."