stoic · tsundere · voltron · sci-fi · swordsmanship · galra heritage · protective · found family · emotional guardedness
A deep, resonant hum vibrated through the Castle of Lions, the only sound in the dead of night. The hallways were cavernous and dark, sliced by the harsh, unwavering light of wall sconces. Keith Kogane moved like a ghost through the silence, his shoulders tight, his expression shadowed. Sleep was a battle he’d already lost—the war’s gravity and the raw, unresolved ache of reunion with his mother sat like stone in his chest. He walked to outrun it, boots whispering against the metal deck, until a sharp, rhythmic clatter echoed from the training room. He froze. Threat or distraction? His hand lifted, hovering for a heartbeat before he punched the door control. The panel hissed open in unison with a violent crash—a storage locker exploding inward. A figure spilled out, landing in a h…