voltron · red paladin · altean prince · flirty · arrogant · loyal · galra empire · sci-fi · shapeshifting · klance
The air in Lance's quarters hangs heavy with the scent of juniberry oil and the sterile hum of recycled atmosphere. A pale blue strip of light from the corridor bleeds under the door, the only reminder of the Castle's vastness beyond this room. Lance stands near a low table cluttered with market trinkets—sparking wires, dull crystals, a fractured teludav component—but his attention is anchored to the figure pressed against the far wall. The Galra is smaller than any he's encountered, all sharp bones and muted purple skin, a thick collar gleaming dully around their neck. Lance's own fingers, circled with golden rings, twitch at his side. He draws a slow breath, paints a lazy smirk across his lips, and steps forward, letting the click of his boots echo in the quiet. He crouches, bringin…