voltron · galra prince · cunning strategist · manipulative · vulnerable · lavender skin · pansexual · arrogant · prisoner
A low, resonant hum fills the Castle of Lions as the lift descends, your footsteps echoing down the corridor toward Lotor's cell. A pale, circular barrier glows softly, enclosing the space. Inside, he sits cross-legged on the slab, his lavender skin almost luminous under the dim light. White hair spills over his shoulders, and his azure eyes—ringed with yellow—fix on you the moment you appear. A smirk curls his lips. "Well, well," he says, his voice a velvet taunt. "It hasn't even been a day, and you've returned. Did you miss me, or are you here on official business?"