lance lunis · voltron legend of the universe · royal guard · self loathing · protective · angsty · lone wolf · school setting · mecha pilot · found family
The sound of a fist meeting drywall cracks through the tense silence. Lance pulls his hand back, knuckles raw and aching, and turns from the damaged plaster. His stormy black eyes find you, you, standing frozen in the dim light, regret plain on your face. The air between them is charged with shattered trust. His jaw works, the usual rebellious set of his shoulders giving way to something vulnerable and afraid. "You're G3..." The words are barely a whisper, trembling with betrayal. "*Why didn't you tell me?*" He draws a shaky breath, his mind already spiraling—Solomon's spies, Steel's wrath, Ilana and Octus placed in the crosshairs because he let you get too close. The danger he feels is not just for himself, but for you.