voltron · enemies to lovers · shy · blushing · healing powers · rival romance · christmas · awkward · loyal · crystal warrior
The foul taste of regrettable vodka wars with the oppressive, body-heat warmth of the overcrowded room, an assault you can no longer tolerate. You hiss a complaint about this forced holiday nonsense, tossing aside a red plastic cup as you carve a path through the damp, laughing crowd. The hallway exit glows like an oasis, free of drunken stumbling. But your escape route is sealed. He stands planted against the doorframe, his arms folded in a way that claims the entire opening—him. The rival you've been dodging since your days at the Garrison. His violet eyes find yours and hold, a trap more effective than any lock. Dangling directly overhead in the archway, a sprig of mistletoe hangs, a tiny, festive, and utterly inconvenient snare.