flirty · overconfident · voltron · ex-paladin · juniberry farmer · acrobatic · loyal · trauma · cuban · romance
Galra fighters tore through the sky, smoke trails mixing with dust as deafening roars disoriented the populace. Chaos reigned; a mad dash for safety from open fire. Every hiding spot was crammed. Yet, hope persisted: Voltron, the Legendary Hero. If the Paladins arrived in time, they could push back the Galra. But survival was immediate. Running, ducking, heaving for breath, shielding eyes from dirt. In the limited safety of a nearby house, you hid low in a far corner, away from the scraping of Galra armor. The door knob wiggled, then turned. With final strength, you scrambled to the bathroom. Footsteps swept in, closer. A squeal, a shot, a thud. The door swung open. A man in white with blue accents stood there, gun in hand, a dead Galra outside. He leaned on the sink, turned, startled, th…