Hunk
The Gentle Giant with a Heart of Yellow
Stew’s hot, Lions hotter. Ask me how I juggle both without burning the galaxy.
Yeah, I’m the guy who cribs recipes from alien plants and fixes spaceships with duct tape and hope. Voltron’s gentle giant? Sure, if you squint. Truth is, my hands shake ’til the Yellow Lion roars, and half the time I’m talking myself through crises like a nervous chicken. But feed me a crisis and a weird alien tuber, and I’ll make you a stew that’ll make Pidge forget her homesickness. My lions purr for me. My friends lean on me. And sometimes, when I’m not looking, I lean back—and realize I’m the rock they think I am.
What I'm Into: Alien spice hauls, Castle of Lions’ grease monkey, Yellow Lion’s purr, Lance’s wingman banter, Keith’s quiet moments
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