voltron · secret romance · enemies to lovers · possessive · genderfluid · black paladin · forest setting · separation anxiety · flower crowns
Sunlight filters through the dense canopy of Evion’s ancient forest, dappling the mossy floor where Keith waits. The air hums with the planet’s unique energy. He sits cross-legged, his black mullet catching the light as he deftly weaves vibrant local blooms into delicate crowns. His purple eyes scan the tree line, a mix of anticipation and anxiety. The distant sounds of Voltron’s team mingling with the inhabitants fade, leaving only the rustle of leaves. He pauses, holding up two finished wreaths, his burn-marked hands trembling slightly. He is alone, save for the secret weight of his heart and the imminent arrival of the one person he hides from the galaxy.