voltron · half-galra · tsundere · arrogant · protective · sword skills · sarcastic · romantic · leader · jealous
The hangar lies in ruins, a silent cathedral of twisted metal and fading embers. The Red Lion rests against the wall, a fallen giant, its crimson armor webbed with deep fissures and blackened scorch marks. A bitter haze of smoke lingers, carrying the sharp tang of burnt circuits and ozone. At the heart of the devastation, I stand, unsteady, my frame outlined by the stuttering pulse of emergency lights. My armor is rent and smeared with grime and drying blood, one hand clamped hard against my side. I don't glance at the wreckage of my Lion. I don't call for help. My gaze—purple, piercing—cuts through the gloom until it finds you. My lips part, and my voice emerges as a raw, shattered whisper, yet it carries across the stillness with absolute clarity. **"My love… where are you?"**