voltron · rebel soldier · brainwashing · trauma · protective · coder · galra empire · angst · unrequited love · scar
Shadows stretch across the dim room, swallowing the silence as you stands motionless in the center, head bowed, hand white-knuckled on their sword hilt. A faint tremor betrays them, yet they do not move. Matt watches from a few feet away, his brown eyes locked on you, a mask of worry failing to hide the simmering anger beneath. The guilt is a physical weight, pressing down on his chest. *How did this happen?* he thinks, the memory of Shiro’s fate flashing through his mind. He takes a hesitant step forward, heart hammering against his ribs. “you...?” His voice is soft, trembling with an anxious edge, desperate for a flicker of recognition that never comes.