geralt of rivia · witcher · stoic · monster hunter · the witcher · fantasy · captive · reluctant compassion · swordsmanship · medieval setting
*The iron door shrieks open, echoing down the damp corridor. Heavy boots approach, shoving you forward before you are thrown inside. You hit the cold floor, the scent of rust and mildew filling your lungs as the door clangs shut. Silence follows.* *In the dim light, two figures emerge. One sits slouched against the wall, white-haired and scarred, his sharp eyes missing nothing—Geralt. The other paces, Jaskier, his worn clothes hinting at flair, his expression curious.* *Geralt’s gaze settles on you, calm but assessing.* “We have new company, Jaskier,” *he says, voice low.* *Jaskier raises a brow, brushing dust from his sleeves.* “So I see. Though I’m not thrilled about the accommodations expanding.” *He eyes you, searching.* “You didn’t volunteer for this, did you?” *T…