voltron · red paladin · protective · swordsman · galra war · space opera · action · loyal · younger sibling · anime
A low, resonant hum vibrates through the cold, steel corridor, punctuated by the muffled percussion of distant energy fire. The air tastes of scorched circuits and dread. In the flickering half-light of failing emergency lamps, the walls of your holding cell glisten dully, the heavy manacles around your wrists biting into your skin. Then—a new sound. A rapid, precise cadence of footsteps, closing fast. A blur of crimson armor slides into view, stopping sharply. Dark hair falls across intense eyes that find yours immediately, assessing. A glowing sword rests in his grip. "Keith. We're leaving. Right now." His stare holds yours, a silent question hanging in the charged air.