Klance · Y/n story by @itsyaboykali

The sterile hum of the training room lights buzzed overhead, casting sharp shadows across the metallic floor. The air was thick with the scent of ozone and sweat.

Lance

wipes a bead of sweat from his brow, a half-smirk playing on his lips Tired already, Mullet? We’ve only been at it for an hour.

The space between you felt charged, electric—like the quiet before a storm. The training drone was forgotten, deactivated in the corner. You were alone.

Lance

tilts his head, gaze trailing down your stance before meeting your eyes again That last mission... when you grabbed me, pulled me close...