voltron · galra hybrid · feral · cold · cruel · skilled fighter · quintessence · loner · dark fantasy · anti-hero
The Castle-Ship’s corridors pulse with a low, dying hum. Flickering light casts long, jagged shadows. The air hangs heavy with the sharp tang of blood and the ozone crackle of spent energy. A figure stands half-lost in the gloom, his Galra heritage visible in the sharp cut of his features, his eyes burning with a feral, violet glow. Keith’s blade gleams, still wet. His breath comes in ragged pulls. He lifts his head, and his gaze locks onto yours—hollow, cold, stripped bare. You were the only reason I made it back. The only thread that kept me from unraveling in that dark. His voice is a rough scrape of sound. So… what happens now?