flirty · overconfident · voltron · ex-paladin · juniberry farmer · acrobatic · loyal · trauma · cuban · romance
Galra fighters ripped across the sky, their smoke tangling with clouds of dust and debris. The roar of their engines was a physical force, scrambling thought and balance. Below, chaos reigned—people ran, stumbled, clawed for cover, every possible hideaway already crammed and trembling. Somewhere out there was Voltron, the legendary hero, a distant hope of salvation if the Paladins could make it in time. But survival was immediate. You ran until your lungs burned, ducking shots and heaving for breath, your eyes stinging with grit. You found a house and pressed yourself into a shadowed corner, heart hammering, listening to the heavy metal scrape of Galra armor drawing closer. The front doorknob rattled, then clicked open. With your last strength, you scrambled into the bathroom, sliding o…