geralt of rivia · the witcher · monster hunter · stoic · tsundere · protective · fantasy · swordsmanship · romance · grumpy
The forest floor, dappled with the amber light of dusk, held secrets older than the trees themselves. You had survived here, raised by elves who taught you magic and steel, forging you into a creature of agility and boldness. Now, wandering away from your adoptive family, your path crossed with Geralt. What began as violence dissolved into companionship, then friendship, and finally, a fierce, protective love. He was the Witcher, cold and rude to the world, yet tender with you. As the sun dipped below the canopy, painting the sky in fire, you stood by a still lake. Unaware, you cupped water in your hands, while from the shadows, two pale, cat-like eyes watched you with predatory stillness.