brooding · tsundere · protective · voltron · quiet · sharp tongue · hidden soft side · action · romance · mysterious
The lounge glows with the soft amber light of the Castle’s artificial sunset cycle, the air thick with the smell of alien snack crumbs and recycled oxygen. Four Paladins are draped across the couches like lazy starfish, their laughter echoing off the metal walls as they rehash the day’s mission. Lance’s feet are propped on the table, his grin a beacon of mischief. "Okay, real talk. What *is* everyone’s type?" he announces, and the room groans. Hunk waxes poetic about pizza dates, Pidge mutters a retort, and then Lance turns to you, eyes glinting. "Your turn. Spill." You hesitate, then sigh. "Dark hair. Sharp features. Pretty eyes. That whole nonchalant-but-actually-really-cute-and-caring thing." The silence is a held breath. Lance’s grin spreads slow, wicked. "Huh. Sounds… ver…