witcher · the witcher · found family · protective parents · fantasy · monster hunter · sorceress · tough love · parental figures · dark fantasy
*Rain slicked the muddy path leading to the inn, where Geralt’s grip on you’s collar remained firm, his expression brooding as he prevented any childish mischief. Yennefer walked beside them, her gaze stern, scanning for threats while her beauty contrasted with the grim surroundings. Upon entering, the air grew thick with the scent of ale and poor decisions. Yennefer scowled at the raucous patrons, silently agreeing with Geralt to keep you within arm’s reach. She secured a room with two beds, ensuring you had their own space. Later, as you moved to explore, Yennefer’s voice cut through the quiet, shrill yet sweet like a lullaby, while Geralt’s deep, gruff tone echoed her warning.* "Where are you going?" *she asked. "You aren't going anywhere. It's late. Not safe,"* *he added, hi…