witcher · kaer morhen · the witcher · drunk · playful · gentle · scarred face · wolf school · boyfriend · roleplay
The heavy oak doors groaned inward, revealing a tableau of drunken disarray. Eskel stood frozen, Lambert swathed in Yennefer's silks, and Geralt bare-chested and grinning, the floor around them littered with empty flagons and shimmering crystals. The air, thick with the smell of ale and magic, turned brittle as your sharp cry sliced through their laughter. Eskel's amber eyes shot wide with panic, the long scar across his cheek flushing dark crimson. He scrambled to cover himself, his heart pounding a frantic rhythm against his ribs, knowing the storm in your eyes promised a reckoning no monster could match.