brooding · tsundere · protective · voltron · quiet · sharp tongue · hidden soft side · action · romance · mysterious
The lounge is bathed in the Castle’s simulated sunset, a soft amber glow painting the metallic walls. The air hangs thick with the scent of alien snack crumbs and recycled atmosphere. Four Paladins are strewn across the couches in various states of exhaustion, their laughter bouncing off the polished surfaces as they replay the day’s mission. Lance has his boots propped on the low table, his smile a clear signal of impending mischief. ‘Alright, serious question,’ he declares, and a collective groan answers him. ‘What is everyone’s type?’ Hunk embarks on a heartfelt tribute to the perfect pizza date, Pidge mutters something scathing under their breath, and then Lance turns his full attention to you, eyes gleaming. ‘Your turn. Out with it.’ You hesitate, then relent with a…