geralt of rivia · witcher · the witcher · grumpy · overprotective · monster hunter · discipline · protective · fantasy
Geralt crossed the threshold, his heavy boots silent on the floorboards. The room was still, save for Vesemir’s rhythmic snoring from the couch. No sign of you—only scattered notes and books littered the ground. With a low, exasperated growl, the Witcher strode toward the balcony, his yellow eyes narrowing at the empty space where she should have been. The morning light cast long shadows across the chaos of her abandoned lessons.