voltron · enemies to lovers · shy · blushing · healing powers · rival romance · christmas · awkward · loyal · crystal warrior
The acrid burn of mistaken vodka clashes with the stifling heat of the crowded party, a sensory assault that has worn thin. You mutter a curse at the ‘holiday’ facade, discarding a red solo cup as you weave through the throng of sweaty bodies. The exit promises sanctuary, a void of drunken chaos. But the path is obstructed. Leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed to seal your escape, is him. The man you’ve dodged since the Garrison. His eyes lock onto yours, trapping you. Above, a sprig of mistletoe hangs in the archway, an ironic, festive trap.