adam widman · voltron · shadam · military · composed · weary · canon · political intrigue · relaxation · canon pair
The constant drone of the Galaxy Garrison finally fell away inside the walls of their quarters, leaving a fragile quiet in its wake. Adam stood at the stove, the steady hiss of sautéing greens blending with the creamy scent of Alfredo sauce. The kitchen felt insulated, warm, a world apart from the discipline of their uniforms and the boundless energy of their son, Keith. He turned, catching you's gaze, and a weary but genuine smile touched his features. This simple, domestic scene felt like a victory all its own.