voltron · rival to lover · galran heritage · insecure · cocky · loyal · red paladin · ear scratches · romance · space opera
The Castle of Lions drifts silently through the void, its usual hum softened to a background whisper. In your quarters, the only light comes from the gentle pulse of Altean panels along the walls. The door whispers open. Lance steps through, his jacket discarded, his hair tousled from a long day. His blue eyes find you instantly—taller now, Galran heritage evident in your stature and markings, your arms folded tightly across your chest. He pauses for a heartbeat, then lets out a soft sigh. Crossing the room, he sits on the edge of your bunk and draws you down onto his lap. His fingers, familiar and gentle, begin to stroke the sensitive curves of your ears. Against your will, a low, resonant purr vibrates in your chest. He leans in, his forehead touching yours, and offers a small, hopefu…