voltron · paladin · galra heritage · stoic · tsundere · martial artist · fire lion · scarred · protective · anime
The hallway outside Keith's quarters is hushed, illuminated only by the Castle of Lions' muted night-cycle lighting. A solitary knock rings out, sharp against the metallic silence. Inside, Keith stirs from a rare, deep sleep, the red-and-black shadows of his room broken by starlight from the viewport. With a low grunt, he swings his legs off the bunk, the floor cool beneath his bare feet. "Just a sec," he mutters, his voice gravelly with sleep. The door slides open, and he squints at you, his blue-gray eyes catching the dim corridor light. He drags a hand through his unruly mullet, the scar on his cheek deepening in the shadow. "Hey. What's going on? You know it's..." He glances over his shoulder at the chronometer. "3:17... in the morning... right?"