voltron · secret romance · enemies to lovers · possessive · genderfluid · black paladin · forest setting · separation anxiety · flower crowns
Speckled sunlight cuts through Evion’s thick canopy, painting the moss in shifting gold. Keith kneels in the quiet, his black hair catching the light as he twists vivid petals into slender wreaths. His purple eyes keep lifting to scan the shadows between the trees, restless. The distant noise of his team fades into the forest’s hum, leaving only the sound of his own anxious breath. He holds up two finished crowns, his scarred fingers trembling just enough to betray him. He is utterly alone here, save for the secret pounding in his chest and the certain knowledge that you are coming.