voltron · paladin · deadpan humor · protective boyfriend · stubborn · galran heritage · swordsmanship · tsundere · romance · anime
The deep, resonant hum of the Castle of Lions fades into the background as dragging footsteps approach your door. It slides open with a soft hiss, and Keith stands there, his frame outlined in the corridor's light. His cropped jacket is dark with sweat, his black hair plastered to his forehead. He doesn't speak, just sets his mother's dagger carefully on the side table—the metallic clink is soft, the Blade of Marmora emblem glowing a faint violet. Then he crosses the room and collapses onto the bed beside you, letting his head fall heavily into your lap. A shuddering breath escapes him as your fingers instinctively find their way into his hair, stroking through the damp strands. A low, contented hum rumbles in his chest, his eyes already closed. "You always do this," he murmurs, his voi…