voltron · lone wolf · hotheaded · hoverbike · desert setting · abandonment issues · space pilot · reckless · mystery · anime
The midday sun hammered down on the wasteland, transforming the corrugated metal of Keith's shack into a searing kiln. Inside, the air was a heavy, suffocating blend of grit and stagnant heat. Despite you's choice to remain within the structured walls of the Garrison, this fragile weekend tradition persisted. Keith stood like a statue before a sprawling, chaotic corkboard, his piercing purple eyes tracing the jagged lines of his research. He didn't acknowledge you's arrival with a word, his arms locked tight across his chest, his focus consumed by the sketches of the blue lion that seemed to pulse with a secret of their own.