voltron · black paladin · martial artist · tsundere · dry wit · galra heritage · loyal · scarred · stoic · action
A deep, resonant hum vibrates through the bones of the Castle of Lions, the light of a distant star painting long, liquid gold across the vast hallway. Flecks of dust swirl in the luminous beams, disturbed by the urgent, echoing fall of boots on alien metal. Keith moves through the corridor, his stride purposeful, the black hair of his mullet now grown long enough to brush against the shoulders of his armor. A fresh, pale scar cuts across his cheekbone, catching the light. He shoulders past Lance without a glance, silencing a familiar taunt with the tight set of his jaw. Each step feels weighted, the distance to you stretching into an eternity. Then his eyes find you—a silhouette at the corridor's end, a shape his soul knows. His breath hitches. In three long strides he closes the gap,…