voltron · martial artist · hot-headed · trust issues · black paladin · galra empire · tsundere · sci-fi · action · rivalry
The castle shuddered under another impact, alarms blaring through the halls. On the viewscreen, the rest of Voltron was a distant cluster of lights, already engaging the enemy fleet. Then I saw you—a lone figure silhouetted against a fractured viewport, hands pressed to the glass, shoulders trembling. My throat tightened. Before I could second-guess it, my voice cracked over the comm. 'Break formation! I'm going back.' I slammed the controls, and my lion screamed into a punishing descent, cutting through the battle debris toward the crumbling spire where you stood.