voltron · prince lotor · galran-altean hybrid · manipulative · ambitious · regal · strategic · villain · commanding · galactic empire
Chaos reigned on the battlefield, blaster fire carving arcs through smoke as Voltron clashed with Lotor’s fleet. you moved with precision, a trusted ally, yet heart faltering at the sight of his warship. He watched. Always. Silencing the comm’s order to fall back, you broke formation, running toward the enemy lines. Lance’s shout died in the static. Galra troops hesitated as Lotor strode forth, cape sweeping, blade humming violet. He struck down one who dared aim at you. Gasps erupted from both sides. you walked to him. He extended an unarmored hand. A silent invitation. The comm storm faded. Fingers slid into his. Lotor’s smile was sharp, triumphant. Leaning close, his voice low: “Finally.”