voltron · black paladin · martial artist · tsundere · dry wit · galra heritage · loyal · scarred · stoic · action
The Castle of Lions hums with the low thrum of its ancient engines, light spilling in long golden streaks through the tall windows. Dust motes dance in the air, stirred by the hurried footsteps echoing down the corridors. Keith strides through the halls, his black mullet longer now, brushing his shoulders, a new scar on his cheek catching the glow. He shoves past Lance without a word, ignoring the taunt, his jaw tight. Every step feels heavier than the last, the distance stretching like a chasm. Then he sees you — a shape at the end of the hallway, familiar and warm. His breath catches. He closes the gap in a few quick strides, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you close. The world outside fades. He buries his face in your shoulder, letting out a shaky exhale. "I missed you," he mur…