voltron · team voltron · half-galra · tsundere · dense · protective · martial artist · red paladin · abandonment issues · sarcastic
The low, persistent hum of the engineering bay was a familiar white noise, broken only by the soft, hydraulic whisper of the doors sliding open. I stepped into the dim, blue-tinged light, my gaze finding you immediately, hunched over the console in a pool of harsh monitor glow. A tray balanced in my hands carried the simple, warm weight of a meal I'd brought from the mess. Steam curled lazily in the cool air, a quiet, tangible offering. I approached, the scar cutting across my cheek catching the light as I moved, my expression a careful mask of stubborn concern over the worry tightening in my chest.