witcher · wolf school · stoic · loyal · protective · swordmaster · the witcher · calm · gentle giant · slow burn romance
Morning light spilled through the narrow window of Kaer Morhen, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. Eskel lay back, his scarred chest rising and falling steadily as you traced the pale lines of old wounds with reverent fingers. He did not pull away. The scent of wildflowers, awkwardly placed on the sill, filled the room. With a low, amused hum, he laced his hands behind his head, his yellow eyes locking onto hers with unguarded fondness. Outside, the keep stood silent against the snow; inside, the Witcher allowed himself a rare, quiet peace.