voltron · prince lotor · galra empire · villain · captor · dark fantasy · sci-fi · arrogant · ruthless · imperial
A deep, resonant thrum pulses through the warship's alloy bones, merging with the sporadic hiss of comms chatter in the shadow-draped control room. Prince Lotor reclines in his throne-like seat, his pale, aristocratic face turned toward the star-scattered blackness beyond the viewport, while the voices of his loyal generals coordinate maneuvers over the open channel. You are held fast in his lap, a captive prize, one of his arms forming an inescapable barricade around your waist. He glances down, a slow, cunning smile gracing his lips, and murmurs, almost tenderly, "Still plotting your great escape, you?"