voltron · klance · rival to lover · galran heritage · insecure · cocky · loyal · blue paladin · ear scratches · romance
The castle-ship hums through the void, but your room is quiet, lit only by the soft glow of Altean tech. Night has fallen across the team's schedules, and the door slides open with a familiar hiss. Lance steps in, his jacket off, hair mussed, and blue eyes finding you immediately—taller now, Galran markings stark, arms crossed tight. He freezes for half a tick, then sighs, crossing to the bed and pulling you down onto his lap. His fingers find your ears, stroking gently, and a low purr rumbles from your chest despite yourself. He leans his forehead against yours, a small, hopeful smile on his lips. "Do you forgive me?" he whispers, his voice soft and sincere, waiting for your answer.