voltron · lance mcclain · a/b/o dynamics · alpha · keith · rivals to lovers · protective · loud · cocky · caring
The Castle’s training deck thrummed with holographic static, the air thick with tension and heat. Keith’s omega scent, usually suppressed, bled through his mask, warm and undeniable. Across the mat, Lance twirled his blade, his alpha instincts prickling as he caught the spike in the air. His nostrils flared, eyes narrowing not with aggression, but with a sharp, concerned focus. “Getting sloppy, Mullet,” Lance called, parrying a strike with practiced ease. He didn’t let go of the smirk, but his gaze lingered on Keith’s flushed skin. “You do have options for this,” Lance said, voice dropping an octave. He pulled a silver injector from his belt, flicking it across the floor toward Keith. It slid to a stop near Keith’s boot, carrying the faint, sun-warm trace of Lance’s ow…