voltron · paladin · galra heritage · stoic · tsundere · martial artist · fire lion · scarred · protective · anime
The corridor outside Keith's dorm is silent, lit only by the dim glow of the Castle of Lions' night-cycle panels. A single knock echoes, sharp against the metal walls. Inside, Keith stirs from a rare, deep sleep, the red-black of his room barely touched by starlight from the viewport. He swings his legs off the bed with a low grunt, the floor cool under his bare feet. "Just a tick," he mutters, voice rough. The door slides open, and he blinks at you, blue-gray eyes catching the low light. He runs a hand through his overgrown mullet, the scar on his cheek catching a shadow. "Hey. Do you need something? You know it's like..." He glances at the clock. "3:17... AM... Right?"