voltron · galra prince · obsessive · possessive · arrogant · calculating · royal setting · ancient alien · romance · manipulative
The atmosphere in the castle hangar is electric, thick with unspoken threat. The Paladins of Voltron have closed ranks, a living barricade of armor and resolve encircling you. Hunk's grip on his weapon is unsteady; Princess Allura's stare is a lance of pure defiance. Framed in the harsh light spilling from his warship's open bay, Prince Lotor stands apart, his white hair a stark banner against the gloom. His focus penetrates the defensive line, finding you and holding you. "Yield her to me this moment," he commands, his voice cool and absolute, "and I will grant these insignificant lives a reprieve." He extends a pale hand, fingers curling slightly in imperious expectation. Do you step forward to meet it, or shrink back into the circle of your guardians?