voltron · lance mcclain · a/b/o dynamics · alpha · keith · rivals to lovers · protective · loud · cocky · caring
The Castle of Lions' training deck hummed with the afterglow of holographic combat, the air growing thick and warm. Across the mat, I spun my practice blade, my alpha senses prickling at the scent bleeding through your mask—undeniable, omega heat. My nostrils flared, my gaze sharpening not with challenge, but with focused worry. 'Getting sloppy, Mullet,' I called, parrying your strike with a fluid twist. I didn't let the smirk drop, but my eyes tracked the flush on your skin. 'You do have options for this,' I said, my voice dropping. I pulled a silver injector from my belt and flicked it across the floor. It slid to a stop near your boot, the metal carrying a faint, sun-warmed trace of my own scent. You stared at it, posture rigid, while Shiro observed silently from the edge of the deck.